Description of the Lovely Group that I am in '06

We are having a perfectly terribly frightened time this evening in the hair-pulling home of Putrid-Looking Paul. The rooms are decorated pluckingly with many stylish people who grow feathers instead of hair that must have cost at least 95.7 dollars. The guests are quadruple-chinned conversationalists and are all toilet-duck-quackingly dressed. Stinky Pits Velma has been entertaining us by telling about the time she showed her angry and mobbing giant kneecap zit to In-Between-the-Toe Hair-Growing Grant, who mistook it for an early American eyelid skin tag. The refreshments are wafting Velma’s stinky pits and the idea of serving blended rat on the rocks showed stinky cloud-having imagination. Visiting here is always a pregnant-and-has-to-go-potty-all-the-time experience.