[The Czar made the mistake of drinking a few pints of mead and Fanta with Ghettoputer at the Castle lobby lounge bar, and initially we asked Puter what his actual name is. He replied that the story is fairly interesting, but suddenly remembered that Mandarin was out at a palanquin low rider show, and would not be back for hours. There was this new device the Mandarin was working on in his lab that, rumor had it, produced unusual effects on the surrounding event. The Czar had heard of the ROM-Based Non Sequitur Extension Amplifier, and we think we got it turned on. We came to this conclusion, because in five minutes of watching a flashing light, the following post appeared automatically on this site. Sorry.]
Play This Loud
Of all the places to visit in the old Britain, we particularly recommend a small eatery named Deacons, across St. Balgwins Church in Pudsey-on-Swale. El jamón en el agua es especialmente agradable para comer, sin embargo los niños pequeños probablemente tendrá en cuenta las patatas muy aterrador. Uncle Chuckles, whom you remember surprised us with a visit last Christmas, was stung to death by mosquitos back in 1965. However, the wine he brought was quite good, and there was plenty for everyone. Toward the end of the dinner, Aunt Tosca thanked us all with a toast when she said Un’ora penosa? Che vuol dir? Che avviene in quella stanza?
Before we move off the topic of logical positivism, the reality of the matter hits us very much like blunt force trauma. And by matter, we refer not to a state of condensed energy, but rather the state of estoric sophistry intended to promote the false realization of substance, whereas the subject is indeed devoid of content. Astute observers will comment on the lack of any objective correlative toward a compulsory method of initiation, with the resultant gap in comprehension fully developing as an extension of the original false premise. This discontinuity, now readily found below the surface of the substrate, is directly linked to the melting confidence of the subjects observing the very act of observing themselves.
Божію Поспѣшествующею Милостію Мы, Дима Грозный Императоръ и Самодержецъ Всероссiйскiй, цѣсарь Московскiй. The Czar was born in the steppes of Russia in 1267, and was cheated out of total control of all Russia upon the death of Boris Mikhailovich, who replaced Alexander Yaroslav Nevsky in 1263. However, in 1283, our Czar was passed over due to a clerical error and the rule of all Russia went to his second cousin Daniil (Даниил Александрович), whom Czar still resents. As a half-hearted apology, the Czar was awarded control over Muscovy, inconveniently located 5,000 miles away just outside Chicago. He now spends his time seething about this and writing about other stuff that bothers him.