When the first bird lord came down from the sea green sky, a toilet bowl hopped on my head and explained to me the meaning of green slime monkeys. I decided to go on a journey to find anal sea cucumbers, because they would probably be able to defeat the giant portal of sleazy nut-grease. My acrobatic cream guzzling banana hammock chained me to a sword stand and I couldn't follow the chipper coon knocker into the forest of insane quokkas. A little country leaf found me in this position and led me to the land where all brooms find silly juice mixes in tandem fountains.
And that's how I found wotmania.
Bonded to SilverWarder
Me: Why is Danny Gokey making that heart signal? Does he love me like Jesus loves me?
Mr. rebel: Yeah, fictionally.