Inane Episode 3
Back! Go Back!
Backwards isn't the left-most ideology that Hank would have used had he been asked. He wasn't asked. And this is not because of something he didn't keep from not doing, but rather, because of a limerick repeated one too many times in his sister's neighbour's house where a party was held every blue moon. In it, the personal pronoun the least commonly used sent her to him, while he saw them with her and it. Mixing plant food with dog food isn't a cup of tea made with digital wrist watches. I should know.
When you sell your third left shoe in the pair that isn't less worn than the other for sixteen times a fraction that is evenly divided by the number of ribs in a three legged lemur. Didn't I tell you about incomplete sentences? As she would know, a semi-colon is used not like a parenthesis; that the lemur didn't know how to spell eight-letter words beginning with the letter double-U was inconsequential, or at least, to this text she isn't.
A police siren, not like a siren, makes a sound much like a siren that makes a sound. This is a lot like calling a kettle black without knowing the phone number. If you didn't fail to understand the calculated misrepresentation in the previous sentence, move ahead two spaces, otherwise, read on holding your head in your hands.
It would be obviously less interesting to discard an idea whose premise is nondeterministically in sulking error, but who would know better? A poet, a baker or a sturgeon? If you think I misspelled the last word in that list - wait.
For everyone else, let us sit and laugh at the waiters. Or, to be more polite, let's just sit.
Fortunately, when the window was opened, thousands of yellow birds flew in a direction that could not be described. This allowed for the window to then be closed again. Opening and closing windows is much like an activity that resembles the opening and closing of windows. You may be interpreting my use of the word 'windows' to mean the windows you'd find on a house, apartment building or a mustard stain on an old t-shirt that has gone through the wash twenty-nine times more often than it should have, but you'd be right.
As uninspired as this inane episode is, I can't help but keep from not preventing myself from publishing it. This is what I get for not writing inanities for many consecutive minutes. Practice, nap, nap, that's what I always say, well, at least it is what I say when I am not unconscious.
