A Recipe for Paki Success

Ok, here's something slightly less nonsensical.

In between, a little bit lost, almost shipwhacked.

But who wants to hear about my hoss loss?

Nobody that I can think of. But even if I could,

and even if they would,

they would just waste my brain strain.

And then where would we be? Everyone a little stewpider for the pickin'.

That's when Obama sweeps in.

So you see what I've caused? Communism. Well, gee, that's great.

So give it some time, take my own jewlogged words of wiscram, put 'em in a box similar to the one where Balloon Boy was found, shake it vigorously, refrigerate overnight, and then look inside.

And you'll see what we find is

a big steaming ball of turkey by-product

and well, er,

boredumb.