In 1820 Athens, on a dark dreary day of , "I dream of ADsactly heart " episode, the Big Bottom pale white angry blubbler shouted out her mantra of rightness, isnesss, amness and thanness, to the Big Whale in her holy words of "Mormonn virtues" that even moved the sinful Soddomites souls of Gmorrah who usually loathe in the darkness of complacency Hell-desk with some hell-desk remotes.
Thunderous laughter were burfed out from the Big Whale who is also experiencing a back pain as a result of a brutal knee surgery done recently. Big Bottom pale white angry red blubber trumpeted out, "I am so smart, aren't I?" for saying such an eloquent thing that even a Smithsonian should quote me. I really like to say, "I dream of ADsactly heart" since it makes my heavy heart feel light again without the pacemaker reminding me of my constricting arteries. Big Whale, seeing the perfect opportunity bellowed out, "what is aching your poor heart so badly, Big Bottom pale white angry blubber,"? She Smithsonianly replied, I am cursed by a Devil of the South who shall remain unnamed, and unuttered today. That's what's exactly aching my heart.
Hell-desk remotes suddenly erupted in joyous cheers and announced to the world that the, "ADsactly dream heart" has crashed into a pitless bottom of Hell and that the "Mormonn virtues" will prevail the world again and rid of it the Devilish Gmorrahians gambling dreams. Joy and laughter everywhere in hell-remotes took over the scene to which Big Bottom pale white angry blubber bribed everyone with some sweet liquerish candies that even the Hill-billies ate politely. Fun and games never ceased in hell-remotes till the Big Whale farted out the most hideous smell of Carbon monoxide and methyl permanganate compound that even rats in the space would have run from. Yuck, lowly, smelley douche bags of this dingy office space said people under their breaths and everyone quickly dispersed. Fresh air again..............
