Well sweetie, sometimes clouds get down about their lives and they go home at night, and get dinner for the baby clouds and before they know it, it's next week and they've missed out on some great parties, and it wouldn't matter anyway because their clothes don't fit right anyway because they are all flabby from having baby clouds and sometimes clouds drink too much. At night. After the baby clouds are in bed. And the next morning? SLAMMO. RAINBOW.
Posted by Karen Sugarpants on November 7, 2008 @ 3:46 am