Keep on *gag tempo rod*

Innocent civilians wait by the dustbin while the sandwich master toys with their patience.

Finally after 6.8 centimetres, he appears with a yo-yo dangling around his neck and a half eaten chair around his waist.

This truly was the meaning of elegance and what it means to be a donkey.

"Do off with you!" the crowd shouted. Their minds had yet to adjust to the growing sand brush that was rearing its jolly fresco crusher.

"No, no, its quite ok. This is an advert for tofu."

Flying around in a mess of creamed hash makes a mess of both of us.