Actually read this! It's interesting, I promise!
The best way to vomit is to organize. This is me when I'm not thinking about what I'm saying but I'm saying what I'm thinking. Doesn't make much sense most of the time, but I think it's kind of entertaining to hear myself ramble.
Me: *rambles like above*
Bus driver: I can tell you're bored.
The lovely polish pullet tree that throws dandelions out of windows! It's so nice that the first grader gave me it. Oh what a spot on a birdie that's on a raincloud! Perhaps he is vomiting. The world may never know. It's having a bad paint brush. BAD PAINT BRUSH!!! BAD!!! Alalalalala. Is anyone reading this stuff? AHAHAHAA a;lekhfgkajehglkjaehgl No, I'm not hyper on sugar or something. I don't get hyper on sugar. Strange. I get hyper on... myself. Yes, I am weird. Birds are weird... sometimes. Magic Birdie is weird. Oh it's an orange pencil hopping on a silkie chicken! How nice it is that my beak is a printer. It can sharpen cacti and birds, and I got it when I was six. What a lovely present. Perhaps I only have half a beak. Hmm... let me think. It's a tree in a cemetery for EVIL (that actually makes sense if you know what I'm talking about). A giant staircase... for an eye of a bird. Aaaahh.
Vomit. On a cone! Come get yours TODAY!! Only $6546546546846513546843513216579846546531 without shipping or handling! Ah, me mustache! How lovely. Why is that tree blue? It's supposed to be purple. Wait, purple or yellow? Well, it's EVIL!
-Magic Birdie
The best way to vomit is to organize. This is me when I'm not thinking about what I'm saying but I'm saying what I'm thinking. Doesn't make much sense most of the time, but I think it's kind of entertaining to hear myself ramble.
Me: *rambles like above*
Bus driver: I can tell you're bored.
The lovely polish pullet tree that throws dandelions out of windows! It's so nice that the first grader gave me it. Oh what a spot on a birdie that's on a raincloud! Perhaps he is vomiting. The world may never know. It's having a bad paint brush. BAD PAINT BRUSH!!! BAD!!! Alalalalala. Is anyone reading this stuff? AHAHAHAA a;lekhfgkajehglkjaehgl No, I'm not hyper on sugar or something. I don't get hyper on sugar. Strange. I get hyper on... myself. Yes, I am weird. Birds are weird... sometimes. Magic Birdie is weird. Oh it's an orange pencil hopping on a silkie chicken! How nice it is that my beak is a printer. It can sharpen cacti and birds, and I got it when I was six. What a lovely present. Perhaps I only have half a beak. Hmm... let me think. It's a tree in a cemetery for EVIL (that actually makes sense if you know what I'm talking about). A giant staircase... for an eye of a bird. Aaaahh.
Vomit. On a cone! Come get yours TODAY!! Only $6546546546846513546843513216579846546531 without shipping or handling! Ah, me mustache! How lovely. Why is that tree blue? It's supposed to be purple. Wait, purple or yellow? Well, it's EVIL!
-Magic Birdie
