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(The Joe)- You see back in my day we had sandwiches but we called them black dogs cause they looked like dat blu lagoon.
M.A.R.- yEA, we drank parrots & talked to soda. Dats just the tip of duh mot zo rella.
(The Joe)- Dimes just ert for work'n no mor. So I chucked a pillow at hem stu pid bearded birds 9 boot.
M.A.R.- 954. Thats how many shoes ther wer at the time I had 2 fourhundredth77ths of em all.
(The Joe)- Timb'r wuz the only job back then wud nit?
M.A.R.- I used to work for grey Bilk McKark at ShrkLnd, Veltswert.
(The Joe)- That was in 'ot 7 Pinchi.
M.A.R.- Right I rely werk'd at locks & loans in 'ot 6 as fer Ikin tell. Don't kall me Pinchi no mo CuZ I dont go buy that no mor.

(The Joe)- I sez vat timb'r wuz dee only job back then. Wide jid ute get on zee trolley und reb yru ctap suit?
M.A.R.- Haz u've lost you are minduh? I'm the real Ford Viesta, yOu capp bur'm cosmonaut.
(The Joe)- Miy penny wisl nvr did any thang to ute! So leave my billy goat Sam outta this!!!!!!!
M.A.R.- Box that chigger you window look'r, go on!
(The Joe)- Zup I de due blah! I saw yux b'hind zat dumpster last wwek.
M.A.R.- My whirl pool look like a smarsh marsh mallow. Eny wey dits vis thee 'ot 6 review.
(The Joe)- Zall wright kin back on the sub jeckt. As I recall we had a boat now this boat hadd a whole in it cee, for all yall out dere who don't knw wut a boat is, it's like a canoe byt with no spigetti sauce.
M.A.R.- Yes, it was in SMarch yery cod. See SMarch stood four Snowy March. Hap nel roots big trong loe dorns trook are boat.
(The Joe)- Blimps they look like cantoelopes % chimney sweeps would kern miyz ripple.
M.A.R.- Wun't non of my biniz, but the landlord keep talln me to shine mie sickle.
(The Joe)- Shhhowk mekk ave rendo vellis.
Supervisor- No eating in the studio please.
M.A.R.- Tey, hey he showwped you.
Supervisor- You can't bathe in here so take your soap & get out.
(The Joe)- U ain't gonna tax me ya fella now get out.
M.A.R.- I'll'z be back yu hooddlelums.
(The Joe)- Whose I gunstna talk to now?
Supervisor- My dog is here I'll go get it.
(The Joe)- Really why?
Supervisor- Its take your dog to work day. I'll be back soon.

(The Joe)- You see back in my day we had sandwiches but we called them black dogs cause they looked like that blu lagoon.
M.A.R.- YEah, we drank parrots & talked to soda. That's just the tip of the mozzarella.
(The Joe)- Dimes just weren't for working no more. So I chucked a pillow at them stupid bearded birds 9 boot.
M.A.R.- 954. Thats how many shoes there were at the time I had 2 fourhundredth77ths of them all.
(The Joe)- Timber was the only job back then wasn't it?
M.A.R.- I used to work for grey Bilk McKark at ShrkLnd, Veltswert.
(The Joe)- That was in 'ot 7 Pinchi.
M.A.R.- Right I realy worked at locks & loans in 'ot 6 as far as I can tell. Don't call me Pinchi no more because I dont go by that no more.
(The Joe)- I said that timber was the only job back then. Why don't you get on the trolley and reb yru ctap suit?
M.A.R.- Have you lost you are mind? I'm the real Ford Viesta, you capp bur'm cosmonaut.
(The Joe)- My penny wistle never did any thing to you! So leave my billy goat Sam out of this!!!
M.A.R.- Box that chigger you window looker, go on!
(The Joe)- Zipuhdedodah! I saw you behind that dumpster last week.
M.A.R.- My whirl pool look like a smarsh marsh mallow. Any way this is the 'ot 6 review.
(The Joe)- All right getting back on the subject. As I recall we had a boat now this boat had a whole in it see, for all y'all out there who don't know what a boat is, it's like a canoe but with no spigetti sauce.
M.A.R.- Yes, it was in SMarch very cold. See SMarch stood four Snowy March. Hap nel roots big trong loe dorns took our boat.
(The Joe)- Blimps they look like cantoelopes % chimney sweeps would kern miyz ripple.
M.A.R.- Wasn't none of my business, but the landlord kept telling me to shine my sickle.
(The Joe)- Show me a window please.
Supervisor- No eating in the studio please.
M.A.R.- Tey, hey he showed you.
Supervisor- You can't bathe in here so take your soap & get out.
(The Joe)- You ain't gonna tax me ya fella now get out.
M.A.R.- I'll be back you hooddlelums.
(The Joe)- Who is I going to talk to now?
Supervisor- My dog is here I'll go get it.
(The Joe)- Really why?
Supervisor- It's take your dog to work day. I'll be back soon.

Supervisor's Dog- Brrark!
(The Joe)-You know back in my week, dogs were called dirtwizards.
Supervisor's Dog- (Pant).
(The Joe)- Well ain't that just duh pikles' fweet. I mean tht two,
cause the can dont be coping. Disn't tell me a thing.
Supervisor's Dog- (Confused expression).
(The Joe)- Pegleg Peasoup ue'd to gib me've that same look in 'ot
6 till I'd pick its pomagrantit.
Supervisor's Dog- Snarle!!
(The Joe)- Don't be ashamed I dug up turnups to.
Supervisor's Dog- [BITE!!!]
(The Joe)- [IncompitentStare]
Supervisor's Dog- [Ripping of flesh]
(The Joe)- [Being taken away in a strecher.]
Time Elapse:

M.A.R.-Confound wipper breakers, I'z the cobblest bots koon were we did nuh 'ave baught soap back en 'ot 6.
Supervisor's Dog- [sleeping].
M.A.R.- Ell eye'll bee a sittle fot. Iams lukeing at a dirtwizard.
(The Joe)- Y if it aiint' Mark eeu sickle lead'n bottlw toater.
M.A.R.- (The Joe) wutz hap enied 2 yoor arm?
(The Joe)- Huh oohg forget bout this kause 'ot 6 review is here & dis happened fort E five minutes a go.
M.A.R.- Joost remembird I'k M.A.R. zo kay (The E. Joe)<>
(The Joe)-Kudn't be live eet spoon az I saw carpet I finished painted my flor. I kuez xo mag.
M.A.R.- Aye widdle of grassp cnool N' me oveve goat wax tree.
(The Joe)- Keep awayt phrom miy box lane road, cooz we had no karz even doh ey ick is ted. So ib drov a bix. Wooks! I meen box. Zeek sadd eng iz we fidd'nt ave booxes ack den eveter.
M.A.R.- Mivvle of ee des ert I cook'd me oop aye tree.
(The Joe)-What in the swam hipp ar uz tolkund ah boot? Pit lace russeler?
M.A.R.- Mild yeller cot kept my zither fresh alk the tiim.
(The Joe)- Hot oop losd yo're meend sonny boy!
M.A.R.- Vvats wight I was mooch taller dan dang ole talp koot wilert Friip Lip McColeburdlisonaarykip.

(The Joe)- If my mem O rie sarves meek corec ey h'd w'd for'd m'd????
M.A.R.- Wipe smiile off your face souldier. Alers un will in I koculdn't help boot wonder hack.
(The Joe)-E cent tally tie ent toot eve collar mixar.
M.A.R.- Jelly filled pretzels never B came famos.
(The Joe)-Rock formations alwaz talk'n ah boot 'ittl trapsters.
M.A.R.- Dark blu locking santana Verb Clause.
(The Joe)- Ike eil wez lye k'd calidohskopes
M.A.R.- Myle kids held ai kahl id 'o scop to er futs 86 days lon.
(The Joe)- How di d et goh?
M.A.R.- Et wuz De cem Burr 31 'ot 6 Sew Ii can'nt tallk ah boot it. Vin sadi kon voot lez kard op.
Supervisor- I'm sorry guys but I can't understand a single word of your nonsensical jabbering. You guys have to start makeing sense or I'll have to cut the entire 'ot six review from this magazine.
(The Joe)-Eey your dee one who signs my pay chek dats why i in't got no cents.
M.A.R.- Eah wher mide mon eyt? I'ng hungrow.
(The Joe)-Poosh dut hun grrr a way til we solv dis guy.
M.A.R.- When will my kettle be polished once more? [tear]
Supervisor- That's it I'm shutting this 'ot 6 Review down. We'll run an article of barbed wire fish nets.
M.A.R.- Knot!!! crakers!!!! on!!!!! ToAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Supervisor's Dog- Bark!
(The Joe)-You know back in my week, dogs were called dirt wizards.
Supervisor's Dog- (Pant).
(The Joe)- Well ain't that just the pickles feet. I mean that too,
because the can don't be coping. Doesn't tell me a thing.
Supervisor's Dog- (Confused expression).
(The Joe)- Pegleg Peasoup used to give me that same look in 'ot
6 till I'd pick its pomagrantit.
Supervisor's Dog- Snarle!!
(The Joe)- Don't be ashamed I dug up turnups to.
Supervisor's Dog- [BITE!!!]
(The Joe)- [IncompitentStare]
Supervisor's Dog- [Ripping of flesh]
(The Joe)- [Being taken away in a strecher.]
Time Elapse:

M.A.R.-Confound wipper breakers, I am the cobblest bots koon were we did not have baught soap back in 'ot 6.
Supervisor's Dog- [sleeping].
M.A.R.- Well I'll be a sittle fot. I am looking at a dirtwizard.
(The Joe)- Why if it aint' Mark you sickle leading bottle toater.
M.A.R.- (The Joe) what has happened to your arm?
(The Joe)- Huh oh forget about this cause 'ot 6 review is here &
this happened 45 minutes ago.
M.A.R.- Just remember I'm M.A.R. ok (The E. Joe)<>
(The Joe)-Couldn't believe it soon as I saw carpet I finished painted my floor. I was so mad.
M.A.R.- A little of grassp cnool N' me oveve goat wax tree.
(The Joe)- Keep away from my box lane road, cause we had no cars even though they existed. So I drove a bix. Whoops! I mean box. The sad thing is we didn't have boxes back then either.
M.A.R.- Middle of the desert I cooked me up a tree.
(The Joe)-What in the swam hipp are you talking about? Pit lace russeler?
M.A.R.- Mild yeller cot kept my zither fresh all the time.
(The Joe)- Have you lost your mind sonny boy!
M.A.R.- That's right I was much taller than dang ole tall koot wilert Friip Lip McColeburdlisonaarykip.

(The Joe)- If my memory serves me correct he had w'd for'd m'd????
M.A.R.- Wipe smile off your face soldier. Or else I will and I couldn't help but wonder hack.
(The Joe)-Essentially I went to a collar mixar.
M.A.R.- Jelly filled pretzels never became famous.
(The Joe)-Rock formations always talking about little trapsters.
M.A.R.- Dark blue looking santana Verb Clause.
(The Joe)- I always liked kaleidoscopes
M.A.R.- My kids had a kaleidoscope to her face 86 days long.
(The Joe)- How did it go?
M.A.R.- It was December 31 'ot 6 So I can't talk about it.
Vin sadi kon voot lez kard op.
Supervisor- I'm sorry guys but I can't understand a single word of
your nonsensical jabbering. You guys have to start makeing sense or I'll have to cut the entire 'ot six review from this magazine.
(The Joe)- Hey you're the one who signs my pay check that is why I ain't got no cents.
M.A.R.- Hey where my money at? I'm hungry.
(The Joe)-Push that hunger away until we solve this guy
M.A.R.- When will my kettle be polished once more? [tear]
Supervisor- That's it I'm shutting this 'ot 6 Review down. We'll run an article of barbed wire fish nets.
M.A.R.- Not!!! crakers!!!! on!!!!! ToAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Closed Caption Syndrome

Been running nonstop during winter because noone will give you the
time of day?
Two solutions can be found to this problem:
1. Nonstop includes night which some may not consider day therefore
not giving time of day.
2. This world isn't some freako 36 hour free candle store, things
cost money. You can't exspect to be given something.
Until you learn that money doesn't grow on trees but one mystical
tree which all currency including coins can be found I will not finish
this article.

(The Joe)- Ayr dif id ze 19 'ot 6 Review bnot som dirfty kix hower kan dull stor.
M.A.R.- Mye bray in bin sifting own d t'hop of miz shell've cents
'ot 6 end der a n T nuff'n ewe er in E un ilse kun do a bot ut.
(The Joe)- Rn't ewe tilk'on twe a prowfess i nail of windoh low din?
M.A.R.- Et looks like eye'm tulk in to a fun sea shum sea choken iter.
(The Joe)- Die jest som chiken b 4 a cace wruns on tiunone.
M.A.R.- Gribbbbbbbbbbbbed own rail box ette cikin iter.
(The Joe)- Thar ye goat aye gon. Riid lynn me pin min sip matee.
M.A.R.- Creak tord yorg funce blogger en def make'e'e'e'e'e'e'e'e'e'e'
(The Joe)- sewn bod eat gilt holp 'e'e's been z lec throw cuted
M.A.R.- Haw! Eye fueld ewe I'muh stiil b'ng key lock true coated.
(The Joe)- Quo kay ear is a poem:

(The Joe)- Hey this is the 19 'ot 6 Review note some 36 hour candle stoor.
M.A.R.- My brain been siting on the top of my shelf since 'ot 6 and there ain't nothing you or anyone else can do about it.
(The Joe)- Aren't you talking to a professional of window loading?
M.A.R.- It looks like I'm talking to a fancy schmansy chicken eater.

(The Joe)- Digest some chicken before a case runs on to none.
M.A.R.- Gribbbbbbbbbbbbed own rail box ette chicken eater.
(The Joe)- There you go again. Riid lynn me pin min sip matee.
M.A.R.- Creak toward your funce blogger en def make'e'e'e'e'e'e'e'e'e'e'
(The Joe)- somebody get help he's been electrocuted
M.A.R.- Haw! I fooled you I'm still being electrocuted.
(The Joe)- Ok here is a poem:

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krogï. BoÉ limæ Ælov trô werìî Äsar Åæômoindö higifò û ar ÿùÖ grov
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(The Joe)- Ravishing my good man what a stunning display of tergiversation.
M.A.R.- To simply excogitate.
Supervisor- I'm sorry guys but I can't understand a single word of
your sensical jabbering. You guys have to start making sense or I'll have to cut the entire 'ot six review from this magazine. Oh yeah and the anastomose of krogï was transmundane.
(The Joe)- Eey your dee one who said that lahst paig.
M.A.R.- Lull for I am expropriating cognizance.
Supervisor- Ok just do what you want.
Giant Three Eyed Squirrel- Ray hoo!
M.A.R.- The blistered noise threw me tword tyhe wall.
(The Joe)- Next to the share if's off is aye?
M.A.R.- Bak en 'ot 6 wee did nuh hav ai soup or visor.
(The Joe)- Tue Pinchi buf w'ee did lok R riethim in quat query.
M.A.R.- Oi ewwe'e arn't kíddén. I thºught to kinºrf der. 
(The Joe)-I been thinking Emperor, what are we doing? Come on, Supervisor is right this is just a waste of valueable magazine space.  There's still over a page left, should we not put something important instead? We could speak of actual historical realtions of 'ot 6 and this modern age to better our selves and readers.
M.A.R.- Heh heh hee! daht iz foony.
(The Joe)-What but I'm Serious.. ok there's no point in keeping
this act up.
M.A.R.- Yez dhat'z k or ect an iks act rep lye kate ion ove 'ot 6.
Py ill on d grey V's.
(The Joe)- Wer mie shew whett'r' Ei wuld.
Sif Ab- Aye guz
M.A.R.- Eats Sif Ab
Sif Ab- read can caption. They
(The Joe)-Row kave row kav
M.A.R.- go ift's knot oh kay
Sif Ab- right All Sif I Ab. am
(The Joe)-Row kave row kav
M.A.R.- go ift's knot oh kay git ovf mi shuoh
Sif Ab- I dream. can
(The Joe)- Grow dew kwan cott
M.A.R.- Fee cun dem az mooch ez 'ee woontz.
Sif Ab- glad, good. am I
(The Joe)- En lez 'ee gooes tu sloop 'ee sanot gream.
M.A.R.- Hut diu pew toe? Socket Muncher...
(The Joe)- Schop pauising eu!
M.A.R.- ...
Sif Ab- dreaming. He is 
(The Joe)- Dream schmeem I can't dream.
M.A.R.- ...
Sif Ab- sad you. am for I
(The Joe)- Doen't be.
M.A.R.- ...
Sif Ab- my Lift cloud. to
M.A.R.- ...
(The Joe)- That wuz miy kurn tew speek.
Sif Ab- it Twas twer.
(The Joe)- Cekond Lolly gaig o' pohp
M.A.R.- ...
Sif Ab- over. The is dream
M.A.R.- ... I have eaten.
(The Joe)- B had reff rinse
Sif Ab- ?TogglE?
El Rey- This here is turning into Boo! Bub? Boo. Bluh?
Rod Mooz- Quiz Down
Book O'Claus- No. No! Quiet Down
(The Joe)- Wirts awl fizz cuh lamb or reng?
Supervisor- What are all of you doing here?
P.O.C.- Pillowing?
Supervisor- You're not on payroll.
El Rey- Article Noun Action Verb Preposition Article Noun
Sif Ab- free. will work for We
Supervisor- No. No. Sif you're a guest but the others must leave.
Rod Mooz- How long have you been a cop?
Supervisor- I'm not a cop.
Rod Mooz- Then stop hastling me sucka!
M.A.R.- I am dumbfounded
El Rey- Believe me dumb found you a loong time ago.
All Together- Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
(The Joe)- & then it told the pigeons away.. Good night kids. Oh
and one more thing before you go (pulls out baseball bat)
Savage Beatings for everyone! (Kids run away screaming).

(The Joe)- Ravishing my good man what a stunning display of evasion.
M.A.R.- To simply think of.
Supervisor- I'm sorry guys but I can't understand a single word of your sensical jabbering. You guys have to start making sense or I'll have to cut the entire 'ot six review from this magazine. Oh yeah and the joining of krogï was out of this world.
(The Joe)- Hey your the one who said that lasst page.
M.A.R.- Calm for I am talking all your knowledge.
Supervisor- Ok just do what you want.
Giant Three Eyed Squirrel- Hooray!
M.A.R.- The blistered noise threw me tword the wall.
(The Joe)- Next to the sheriff's office eh?
M.A.R.- Back in 'ot 6 we did not have a supervisor.
(The Joe)- True Pinchi but we did lock our rhythm in that quarry.
M.A.R.- Oh you aren't kidding. I thought to kinºrf der.
(The Joe)-I been thinking Emperor, what are we doing? Come on, Supervisor is right this is just a waste of valueable magazine space.  There's still over a page left, should we not put something important instead? We could speak of actual historical realtions of 'ot 6 and this modern age to better our selves and readers.
M.A.R.- Heh heh hee! That is funny.
(The Joe)-What but I'm Serious.. ok there's no point in keeping
this act up.
M.A.R.- Yes that's correct and exact replication of 'ot 6. Pile on the gravey.
(The Joe)- Were my show whether I would.
Sif Ab- Hey guys
M.A.R.- Eats Sif Ab
Sif Ab- They can read caption.
(The Joe)-ok ok
M.A.R.- no it's not ok
Sif Ab- All right I am Sif Ab.
(The Joe)-ok ok
M.A.R.- no it's not ok get off my show
Sif Ab- I can dream.
(The Joe)- No you cannot
M.A.R.- He can dream as much as he wants.
Sif Ab- I am glad, good.
(The Joe)- Unless he goes to sleep he cannot dream
M.A.R.- How do you know? Socket Muncher...
(The Joe)- Stop pausing you!
M.A.R.- ...
Sif Ab- He is dreaming.
(The Joe)- Dream schmeem I can't dream.
M.A.R.- ...
Sif Ab- I am sad for you.
(The Joe)- Don't be.
M.A.R.- ...
Sif Ab- Life to my cloud.
M.A.R.- ...
(The Joe)- That was my turn to speek.
Sif Ab- Twas it twer.
(The Joe)- Second lolly gag o' pop
M.A.R.- ...
Sif Ab- This dream is over.
M.A.R.- ... I have eaten.
(The Joe)- Bad reference
Sif Ab- ?TogglE?
El Rey- This here is turning into Boo! Bub? Boo. Bluh?
Rod Mooz- Quiz Down
Book O'Claus- No. No! Quiet Down
(The Joe)- What's with all this clamoring.
Supervisor- What are all of you doing here?
P.O.C.- Pillowing?
Supervisor- You're not on payroll.
El Rey- Article Noun Action Verb Preposition Article Noun
Sif Ab- We will work for free.
Supervisor- No. No. Sif you're a guest but the others must leave.
Rod Mooz- How long have you been a cop?
Supervisor- I'm not a cop.
Rod Mooz- Then stop hastling me sucka!
M.A.R.- I am dumbfounded
El Rey- Believe me dumb found you a loong time ago.
All Together- Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
Phew I thought you had the flu.
(The Joe)- & then it told the pigeons away.. Good night kids. Oh
and one more thing before you go (pulls out baseball bat)
Savage Beatings for everyone! (Kids run away screaming).