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Irrational Iguana Diary Entry Four

One day and one space bar later an irrational iguana put on a wetsuit and some roller skates and left the house. He met with his friends on the way who were waiting at the shop. They were bug eyed swamp who was a squalid squid who squirted herons for a living, the jackdaw juggler whose skills had won many awards worldwide, and the reedy red robust rooster whose crowing could be heard from the moon. They were all dressed in wet suits. They entered the shop and bought an array of drinks and snacks and body boards and surf boards. As well as goggles and flippers. Then they made their way down the sunset road towards the busy beach. Their arrival sparked interest from lounging semi clad pouting puffa fish whose bikinis left little to the imagination. "Later" said the iguana to his friends who were ogling the cakes on display. Then after lecherously looking the friends dashed into the waves. Up and down the waves they went. With such fine agility that passing dolphins sharks whales and fish clapped and sang approving and congratulatory songs of sea to them. When the sun began to set they returned to the beach. And drank their beverages and ate their snacks accompanied by all the semi clad cakes. They lit a fire and had a party. Then walked the semi clad cakes up the mountain pass to the home of meal worm mansion. There they all stayed. Staying sharpens sea setting standing striping striking stroking stuff. And a pile of towels jump around in glee. Rubbing their hands together. Wow. Such an story should be retold in an operatic style in a theatre. A va mi no lono ima ima de. Said the hallway table. Then it was time to sleep. Goodnight. Z at two to three marbles to twelve circulating crystalline plates. X iconographic Z Z AT

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