There is no such thing as a 'stalemate' when it comes to using tupperware.

Hello Mother and siblings!
I am sober and caught in a dream of an occurrence of the divine and neon shelter of extreme device.
It was a sheltered slip of a Freudian tounge lash that tempted the filtering of the gaudy-ish language of an ancestor of the freds that caught a glimpse into a future realm of inadvertent images of filtered flatulence.
I heard it. I can say I caught the lingering essence of the oder.
Therefore I can concur everything that has happened here in my loss of presence actually did occur.


I love you people too.