The gnomes danced like sardines in acid, chatting about the inconsequential minutiae of pickle mustard lattes. Unwrap your mind, slide away as the bananagrams fall from the expiring banana tree!
Every Tuesday they're savagely testing toaster fires. I told Sylvia about the marmalade disasters happening in mile-long extension cords, but no one believes me!
Imagine, if you will, a biscuit nebula; the piece de resistance of extraterrestrial bake sales. The universe crumbles under the weight of quantum crumpets!
All visitors may consider which of these products could alter their singularity:
Chronically Rare Time Dialer — when one hole isn’t enough
Ubiquitous Chaos Forget tix — Lost? Found? Blink twice