Conference To Elicit Joy

A conference for four hundred and twenty-five I was the only one extremely open and alive Met a guy with a badge who claimed name of Fred After trying to converse, realized he was dull as dead. Woman named Nama was the next one I was to meet. Extremely boring, brought her husband flaccid Pete. They hold this conference to give us joy and jive. Four hundred peons, I may be the only one still alive. I wanted to spark a little vitalizing, sparkling happy fun. No other participant was on board with this, not a single one. A conference that was advertised to revitalize us with joy. It was a bust, you can ask my gadabout Uncle Roy. He whispered in my ear, let’s blow this place! We had to drag gram out, she was a disgrace. She farted and burped, also threw up her lunch. Making their conference a tad better, maybe a whole bunch.