Well the king was such a dumbass that he bought into this shit. He figured if he owned such a suit, he could quickly weed out those unfit to hold positions in his office. He demanded that a suit be woven immediately, gathered all the money he had handy, and gave it to the weavers.

To jot down some of my observations as life lilts along. Lord Float A Duck! I remember the first time I heard the Duck-with-an-F word in public. It was in a meadow where we had convinced a gullible teacher to take us out on a nature amble instead of listening to the stern and necessary work that goes into maintaining a civic society. The middle school children far from being lambs and observing nature were trying to play a game of Kabbadi. The Fabbading went on and on till another resour.

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Saturday, November 15, 2014. Rises and shines brightly in this life. Eases life and no emotions of strife. Giving of heart, is a little like knife. Paranoia stirs, over a clock of rife! Bathing in loving affections demure. Soothing skin massages very pure. Slow and fast kissing a lot for sure. Cold rooms pets a real bachelor. Friends for years soothing distress. Profile seem to be stone, caress. Timing is nothing new apparently.