Real Live Brady Bunch

They were all clapping

I'm really glad that I didn't actuially jump into that thwart. I would have definately been one dead sucker by now. It's O.K. that I didn't think those things. Just another poker playin' hooker who vomited by the sea. And when you realize whst rap music is all about, I want yo to clap your hands 3 times. 1,2,3. I want you to observe the flab that is hanging from my knees.

The Real Live Brady Bunch: by B. Bosley Bozwell. they were all clapping. That means all of the Brady household including Tiger and Alice (tm). They were all clap happy but realized that there was a better way to have fun by slapping each other. J Claude Bingwanger just substituted one empty BMW to another. I hope it doesn't snap on 'em. Anyway, they just kept on slapping each other silly, making blood pour out of Bobby's head, etc. when this giant hand reach down from the sky and scooped them up and took them to a far away but fancy place called Rome. And everyone knows that there is no place like Roam. I just want to know why they thought that I was the queen of Rome for a day or two. The Bradies go back to slapping each other but they're all wearing togas, etc. yes, they were in Roam, too. Now, how did that ever happen? And how did they know about the Ronald McDonald house over by the old Highway. He was dragging a small church behind him and a noose dangling from his neck. He said, "HI< I've kinf of just cut into myself again" I don't necessarily like those times, even thought they provided me with years of enjoyment and digital pain. TONITE ONLY! Billy Prine and Darby Crash on the same stage, at the same time! Seem's delectible? Come by the old swimming hole by noon tomorrow and find out for yourself. The screaching sound does mean something after all. Actually, I need to stop saying that because it makes my head hurt like someone slapped me in the side of the face with a leaf of cactus and blood starts pouring out of my face. Right before I die, I look up and see Littly Cindy Brady clutching her stoumach and laughing her brains out. I reached over and removed the candle that was sticking out of Mike Bradies back pocket of his slacks. And I waltz over and took those matches from Greg and Jan because they were using them to smoke their crack with. I said ,"here kids take these pills instead." They each ingested one then went into writhing sexual motions all over each other's bodies. The rest of the family kept on slapping Jan and Marsha's naked bodies as the two girls engaged in carnal lust. And then a door to door book sales man come to the door and sees what's going on inside and he immediately discovers that he is the dark underlord of the new underground.P am was so poor that she purchased a pot of peaches for a polished penny.or perhaps a pittiful pacifying peso or two. I realize that it's all just a back and forth motion; like the whole world is trapped within a tiny DC current electron. For always bouncing their own ways out they thould always throw rotten tomatos at the pizza boy when he drives by. Remember not to look at him, though, because he will be riding the streets totally nude, yes, butt naked through the streets of Burlingame Plaza. I think you'll have to excuse me on that last one, I was borrowing a different reality from someone else. Tha person being Clyde P Wixley, JR. It's funny how people all lie. I mean Frank Jordan is still alive and it's 11-11 today. Where did all the promisis go, Willy?!?! I thought you were a good shot, I mean a soldier traned first hand in Vietnam. And some guy named Mike Wood. That guy was a genuine nice guy. He gets nothing he deserves. He deserves to be the president of the U>s>s>a Or rename his dog to Ceasar Chantez, JR. And I'm not going to get to see any beaver shots because Florence Hendersom just slapped me! How dod she get in here?!! HEy!! Well, I guess they just kind of knew how to do that thing. Actually, bvetter that anyone I've ever seen or even heard of. I guess the real question is, do you like to bake big fruity cakes? Are you that guy that just crossed your line. So stop yer yellin',Mr. MeeKrob!! It's jus realities evil octopus and use the suckers to pump the innards of my ear and made bloof pour from my head. For the third time. Actually I think it's 1 for Bobby Brady and 2 for me, I'm pretty sure!! What, did you chang your mind? I did!! And now every time that I listen to PUNKROCK!! , I think of Jean Cheng. And I know she called me just to have intamate phone sex with me. And THAT"S what I call "chenging my mind".