On Mars, I believe, there are millions of green-clad people, just like us, who love to joust with words at court and in Parliament, I say. I wonder if that's true? Are they earthlings? No, they are Marslings. But not Marslings only but Jupiterlings too.
They eat well. They live on Mars bars a lot, which they copied from Earth you know, and no one knows how many they've eaten a week. My goodness, how many Mars bars are sold there!
They have multiple babies per family per year not, but per decade and eat green food because everything is green on Mars.
They don't wear red. They don't wear green and red at Christmas or Hannukah if such a thing happened, which it doesn't, but if it did, they don't wear red. I don't know what they are. Are they Christian? Or Jewish? Or something else? I don't know.
They are good people, but oh the boredom of eating green only, I think. I wonder what they make it from. No one knows, here, anyway. Oh well, I suppose it must be good for them. Except for Mars bars which must be very good for them. But you know that anyway.
Voices told me that. It's a lie that voices don't tell you anything good or funny. I get good, funny things all day long, and so do you if you are honest and a good person.
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