Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon war unicycles, spooked
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon war unicycles, spooked by the sight
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon war unicycles, spooked by the sight. “Steel curtain, assemble!”
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon war unicycles, spooked by the sight. “Steel curtain, assemble!” But it didn't.
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon war unicycles, spooked by the sight. “Steel curtain, assemble!” But it didn't. Robert’s elephant trumpeted
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon war unicycles, spooked by the sight. “Steel curtain, assemble!” But it didn't. Robert’s elephant trumpeted its last trumpet