Lalala, lalala, Roll a One.

[1] Oh, it did, how nice. Anyways, yeah. It's late. I think I'll go to bed now. Holy cow. It's not a sow, don't you know how to use a plow? Not right now! Five finicky freckled frenchmen fling forks for fun. Woah. Goodnight.

Here You Go

Well, here you go, I'm posting. And I've got nothing to say. But who cares, I rarely have something to say anyways. And it seems to work well enough for me. Goodness, I'm seeing stars before my eyes. Time for bed I expect. Not just yet. I'm going to make a rhyme:

There once was a boy from a land,
Who lived in a house full of sand,
Then one day old Doug,
Just gave him a slug,
And it oozed slime all over his hand!

That was pathetic. Funny, but pointless. Oh well. I will take my leave of you. Thank you, and goodnight.