Hello chi'rens. My name is Al Sharp Tongue. That's three whole syllables. I thank you so kindly for stopping by and learning to read with Al Sharp Tongue. If you can read the following, please pat yourself on the back. Our acquaintance to each other has now earned you bragging rights to your friends and colleagues whilst I can boast to the mirror that I know more than just 3 people. One of these people is my son. He is just like me. If you don't believe me, just ask him. He'll tell you. I'm quite sure of it. But you have to find him. And I can't tell you where he is cuz then he'd be upset with me that I ruined his secret bike club. And I can't do that. So...good luck tryin' to ask him. Another of the three that I know is a girl who lives in a land far, far away in a magical place where I must travel a most glorious journey to find true love. Sometimes I ask her to lend me her hair so that I may climb thru her window and eat peanut butter tofu while gazing into her soulful eyeballs. Her eyeballs gleam like a beautiful ocean crystal. Hence her name! Ahar! Her name is Krystal! She is my pod. By that, I mean she keeps me in place when I sometimes get frazzled and ruffled like a starving ruffian who has a half cracker left to last him 2 days. But it is most necessary for I love this woman. I am a man of woe...therefore I need a woman. Only one. The one that lives far away. In a land. Far away. Far, far away. Like...mad far. I'm serious...crazy far. It be takin' me mad long to get to her house...on the prairie. Booku!!!
LARGE.
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Seuper Dope Emcee!!!
