Forty Three Headed Cows on Xenon

IT'S THURSDAY AND THAT MEANS hi. How are you? I'm doing pretty good. But that's boring. It would be better if I said I was doing extremely well living on Mars. But that wouldn't be true. What would be true, however, is if I said that I was doing very well and there's over thirteen trillion types of fruit in Guatemala. You've probably never even been to Guatemala. They're known for their garbage, but that's beside the point. Right beside it. On its right. See, there. Why can't you see it? Is it because you called those trees pregnant when they weren't actually pregnant? HA! THAT'S A REFERENCE TO A PREVIOUS POST! BETCHA DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING. UKRAINE. 

Anyway, the most important thing I needed to tell you has been shredded in a paper shredder. So I no longer possess the ability to tell you such things of utter importance. Udder importance. Fire breathing udders. That's what cows will mutate into getting so they can defend themselves against the sport of tipping them. Them youngsters. What if all cows on planet Xenon had forty three heads? Would that make them acceptable in Germany? Why would Germany not like forty three headed cows from Xenon? Why is Germany doing this? They have no rights. They only have lefts. I mean really.

You were probably reading this sentence and thinking it would start the next paragraph. HA! I tricked you. There's no paragraph here. 

So, in conclusion, I would like to solidify all of the yogurt in the world. That way you can't eat it. It will be like a block of yogurt. You wouldn't want to eat yogurt with the consistency of a rock now, would you? Of course not! That's why you haven't invested into your 401K yet! You're waiting on those, non-rock density, yogurt cups to come out. That's why the zebras have only four hips.