Please do not kill me, I was bored and this may be THE weirdest thing you wil ever read XD
Disclamer: I do not own kish, Ichigo, nor do I own TMM
Clumsily I have never run, bloodily beyond
any bread, your alien have their fluffy:
in your most hairy shoe lase are things which run me,
or which I cannot pluck hair because they are too tragic.
Your moldy look will happily uneat mashed potatoes,
Though I have jumped over the moon myself as a pencil,
you get sawed in half by a couponz myself as paper Kish
(got beat up by Ichigo disgustingly, stupidly) her jiggly T.V. show.
Or if your video cassete lose the battle to me, I and
my space ship will jump very retartedly, gayly,
as when the chicken wing of this bread fall,
the hair ball inteligently everywhere flying.
Nothing, which we are to dance in this cheese,
teleport the noodles of your plain rice ball,
whose wasabi grow hair, me with the icecream of its duck,
rideing chicken and racing cara with each galloping.
(I do not do nothing what it is about you that pass gas
and jump; only to pop a pimple and the CD case of your alien is huge than all paper),
not even the cheese grater, has such colourfull a guitar.
-Kish