An Epic of Storied Propotions

Bob couldn't believe his luck. Then he was hit by a bus.

"I don't understand," he said as the idea dawned on him.

"I can't swim," said the dandelion to the biscuit. To which the the biscuit replied "..." because biscuits can't talk.

Some say folk won't. Then again, some folk'll.

Sniff, sniff went the cat with it's nostrils flaring. Finally the brave beast ventured to take a bite of my tortilla chip.

Here is my forum to make my case. To state my cause unequivocally. To get my message to the masses. This is my opportunity to use all of my intelligence and persuasiveness to sway the world to my way of thinking. So without further ado, here it is:
G=L
J=F
J=G
so therefore J=L, G=F and for good measure F=L. Ponder this for a moment, then remember that you have clothes in the dryer. So go get them.

There is nothing sweeter in life than justice. I don't mean Judge Judy justice. I mean the guy who speeds past you after tailgating and giving you the finger who then is pulled over and glances out of his window at the exact moment that you are passing by and he sees you passing by and he knows. Oh yeah, he knows.

There is greatness in all of us you see. If by the term greatness you mean lymph nodes.

Snap! Crackle! Pop! Went the bones of the old woman as she stood up from the couch to venture into the kitchen for a diet Coke.

Click clack
Clickety clack
The railroad train goes along it's track
Where it's headed no one knows
But I hope it comes back soon
Because the conductor has got my nose

It's nearly 4:12, so I must be going. I bid you adieu.