Challenge
random topics:cup of the world edition.
dear theprosedotcomnicks! i hear word that the cup of world football is on in tropical , free an enlighten ed Qatar. athletic sports in all forms are heinous . they are an abomination onto the lord. however some people like that kind of stuff, and they don't need to feel shame. since the randii have returned in all their depravity and cruelty i offer you a chance to fight. unite once more, despite our differences!!!. fight back, fight along it's all the same. choose one, some, all or none of the following topics and write anything you like .
and the topics are:
1) lyrics to songs the enchanted harp sings.
2) flu season in Chappaquiddick.
3) the last pint of beer on the planet.
4) keyosks, and why they differ from stalls.
5) why Harry Potter is a terrible person.
6) the contents of Anne of Cleves ' pockets.
7) wavy pinstripes, and what they represent in Bishkek, Florida.
8) how the turkey got his snood.
9) perching a tent for beginners.
10) violent mood swings of grassy hills.
11) mermaids, lamenting their lack of pockets.
12) cleaning air conditioners in the age of uncertainty.
13) etymological flimflammery in the early rococo.
14) a sexy formal letter .
15) the contents of Mary Chase's pockets.
16) a survey of Dustbunnies in Vladivostok.
17) the five people you meet when you are dead and in Qatar.
18) Mr. tarpaulin man.
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what is that bubbling sound i hear?
So sings the enchanted harp, stolen from the giant
the last pint in the world will not be televised.
it won't fizzle, warm and sad.
there will be no Right or wrong
headless draft that is so bad.
Armageddon passed, and with it, drinks,
the cup runneth, but last call,
clear the pub, the snake is marching,
Bearers gravid, with no pall
askew the mug is tilt
placed on coaster, golden
no drahm, no quart not tittle,
no beverage left t'embolden
'tis not a dry spell, and the barley grow,
but grains don't form, but chaff,
the menacing approach of doom,
the Sacrificial calf,
there are no pints, no, they are gone,
their yardstick turned to meter,
and drams and quarts, and jots and tittles,
add not to opressive liters!
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