We returned to the city all tired and ready for dinner. For dinner we had chicken and rice and it was very good. After dinner, most of the younger children watched a movie in the dorm while Maggie found a new friend outside. His name was Carl the coneho, a very cute rabbit. Some of the older boys stayed outside and destroyed us in soccer, per usual.
Here is the product from the weird game I mentioned earlier:
Cheddar apple spoiled the bubble because kudzu vine was raving in a broken chair that had existential crisis. After thunderstorms, grapes ate wobbles because it unraveled unevenly.
Because of mango trees, Jesus for himself unloaded a cart full with hyperventilating animals, cactus because they wrote autobiographies. Convoluted paper ate liquid nitrogen wubbles swollen with anger and jealousy because they hated. Before existence was a angry thing called a blowup seemingly interesting yet docile.
Once aliens inflated cows. Later moon shone brightly and lovingly flew away towards wubble. Sensual beings were inhabited without hurricanes and tornadoes killed.
Rubles sadistically rebelled against because. During Jacobs beautiful beard there spontaneously froze a shoe tsunami therefore the whale held bees and mixed concrete with stubbles. 41 earlobes ingested gross bees. Snufulupagas feel from trash-can Eric fruit full--coral was stressed emotionally and wombats ate pregnant junkies (12). Imploding women danced away lackadaisically because they ate caviar popsicles frolicked. Raging elephants who imploded inside an aquarium with hormones the elephants ran to mucus membranes. Sensually zebra full stop the telegram floated and then sank annoyingly luscious lobes brought country's doom again.
PS. FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO FOLLOWED THIS BLOG LAST YEAR, YOU WILL REMEMBER THE WUBBLE. THERE IS A NEW WUBBLE IN TOWN. IT ALRWADY DJED, BUT WE RESURECCTED IT. ALLELUJAH. STAY TUNED FOR MORE.
Adios
Maggie y jake
Jake, Maggie and the 2016 Team have written a sweeping masterpiece of prose, prophetic in nature and revealing a deep understanding of the human condition, leaving the reader breathless yet more fully alive. Their writing style is both lyrical and thoughtful, drawing the reader in, yearning for more. This insightful first blogpost from these talented writers holds promise for even greater works to come from this new young, wubbleful voice in the HondoAmerican writing scene. Bravo, I say!
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