This is the non.
Dear Smashers,
If you've ever needed a compass to tell which way the wind shines, then you are already well informed about nonsense. Nonsense is an early 20th Century literary technique, which employs enlightening witticisms and vivid analogies and overblown metaphors and well-placed digits of pi in order to convey a sense of wistful romantic nostalgia and pizza within 20 minutes or your money back. It also tosses in some nouns and adjamectives and really spongebob, that's got to be your stupidest idea ever.
Discontently, nonsense has evil thoughts relating to the circumference of a parabola. Throughout the story, Jessica washes her dog using her car as a sponge. This foreshadows the coming washing of her dog with a car as her sponge, leading ultimately to the washing of her dog as a sponge. The story reaches the climax when Jessica washes her sponge. Overall, the sponge and the car symbolize the deep hatred within humanity, and Jessica symbolizes a cake.
Furthermorally, all Nonsensical works are designed just for yodelling inside triangle corners of the teletubbies, and are put away by CD covers in order to erradicate the costumer support of Iceland. As well, nobody has ever jumped into a flying carpet that DIDN'T belong to any keyboard along the tunnel. Clearly, nonsensical works continue to be popular amongst adolescents. The Jungian implications for this are vast and did your mom.
Let X=X ;
X * pi = X * pi
(X + pi) (X - X) = (X + pi) (X - X)
(X + pi) (X - X) - (X + pi) (X - X) = 0
(X - X) - (X - X) = (X - X)
2 * (X - X) - 2 * (X - X) = 2* (X - X)
2 - 2 = 2
0 = 2
X = 2 + X
1 * X = 2 + X
Clearifically stated, X <> 1 * X due to the infallible justly proven proof that the proven identity is provenally proved.
All in all, the book reached its climax when Claudio staged the death of Hamlet in a play, and Beatrice killed herself at the sight of MacBeth's supposedly dead body. For any value of X, the book was okay.
Silent pause
I dare you to tell me how much is worth for a emu to change the circles into clouds that blow the sinking slouchness through which we all press buttons...
Deep breath
Woe be me, it's all a matter of how the spoon (not literally, but homosexually) can transcend and go from coast to coast when it's circling the entropy.
Intimidating glare
After all, even if blue does scream louder than a mountain, we all know that the elephant (the one who lusts for cheese) won't argue about which action takes time before the glow in that tiny part of angled road lusts for a continous expectance of deadlines (such as the delaying of toast) that only multiplies the verge of contradistinction (or, rather, BY contradistinction).
Sigh
Alas, the pressure and fear of my own feet (the ones at the bottom) has caused some divergence amongst my peers, namely the invisible ones. One can clearly see the suffering and angst that I have been through as a cause of the cubed entropy of my triangular mass. My condolences to the deceased.
“In Soviet Russia, honeycombs violently gang **** YOU!!”
~ Russian Reversal on Brazil
Let this be a moral guide for future pie making and have wonderful lightyear!