The broom is nice, but it isn't as efficient as what modern technology has acustomed to. There are many new technologies for us modern-men that make our daily life much easier. The vacuum cleaner ain't one of them. It's noisy and still has to be strolled around the house. What we modern homo-sapiens need is A vacuum cleaner for the true revolution to begin.

No, it is impossible to make a sausage using only a soapbox. It has been tried many times, that is indeed true, but for each time a failure. This is sad but realistic.

That's a happy fact. After years in the no-foreplay zone, we are back on the good tracks with loads of smooth and mellow, tons of pink and purple. It's true romantism is back in trends.

Handy as can be, a brass ensemble can not be as powerful without the trumpets of Zunglob. They are mighty loud and mighty good.

Since I was aware of myself, I liked to stay at a distance. It is much more confortable to stand away, to stare at the scene while the others move in and ramble. I like to hide, I like it that way.

Really, it's true, I've got that itch. It's really bothering, the more I feel it, the more I want to grab it and scratch it, my right ear scratches me.

As common knowledge would put it, the objects one states can sometimes be incorrect and thus induce comprehension errors. It is also true that orange juice is not a fruit but from a fruit. Some would even go further as to state it is of a fruit, but I would reply that it is in fact in the fruit.

This is a fact. There graveyard is full of fun, there are so many things to do. It is a quiet place with space, many nice plants, lots of stones, peaceful trees, benches (important, never forget), sometimes even small bridges and false wells. Yeah, yeepee.

Bee, beee said the small white and soft quadrupedes. Moo, mooo said Sam the big old bearded sheppard in a try to stay convincing. The sheeps however did not understand cow-speak well, and therefore they all jumped off the cliff into the ocean. The water was pretty warm, they spent the rest of the afternoon sun bathing.

Then again he had to run over the corpse. There was fear in the air, the night was dark and there where nobody around to seek help. What could he do? To run was the only hope. Far away he could guess the lights from the freeway, but hey the hope is nothing, they are too fast. The donuts will get you.