This armoured feline tore dumb GI Joes apart. Just ask Frank Quitely. He was cornered on cold dark night by Mr. Morrsion while walking through a David Llyod scene with exploding torsos and flying entrails. cats in the blogs? This is far, way far from arkansas. Mr. Morrison said he will revamped Puchong into a 30 parter with tuiton center managers and engineers as bit part characters and several full page splash of exploding theologians and decapitated docotrs. Geof Darrow had been summoned. Some said this is just another version of a bad plate of Chow Kit mi-hun kueh. (Business starts at 12 midnite, go there and tell the fat ass auntie Pltypus sends you. ) Most just agree its a case of the the traffic going to the dogs. Meanwhile down south, manicured playmobiles are driven by engineered doctors on pay-to-drive circuits. And despite all the best of social de-engineering, the traffic still look like Isaiah on a bad hair day. Blame it on the reformed barbers with their "The Dummies Guide to hair cut" or "The Idiots Guide to Sweeney Todd". Mr. Morrison, even he, would be retconned to label hell with the multiverse of expandegesis of neo-transient plasmatic orgiastic bela lugostic mr bombastic low low low bookend la-la-lalistic exepornagraphistic execonstipatic exelunatic exevomistic exefartistic exe-ejaculastic bomb. Mr. Morrison is safe in Scotland and have never molested John Knox. He believe in giving it as it is but not necessarily in straightlinear but you get the point. He has not written any handbook. On a brighter note Mr. Morrison's Mystery Play is now a southern reality show, daily pay-to-view extravaganza. Patience is required as the reverential characters sometimes takes some effort to realized that the have been lied to. Just watch the comments section for snippets of the Mystery Play. Mummy's boy even allowed a cameo, powdered bums and all.
This is how Richard Fell would look if it was written by Mr. Llyod