dancing like a broken penguin

I tried once counting the number of ceiling panels I found in my neighbour's back yard greyhound bus, but the darn thing kept spinning counter-clockwise as it floated above the plaid carpeting she uses as a handkerchief.

Another time I did my best to figure out the past participle of a particle that participated in an icicle or popsicle painting contest. I would have succeeded had I invested sufficient interest to do so.

Just yesterday I attempted to walk up a down moving escalator for every two steps that were painted orange by the pentagenarian plumber with his foul language as he tried to straighten his tie before the Christmas party at the bowling alley where he would score a paltry 83 in his first game.

I have a hidden love affair with post-adding adjectives. In the sentence above, after I had completed it but before I had added pentagenarian, I felt it needed that extra touch.

Finally, this morning I didn't keep from not thinking about the possibility of considering the idea of probably coming to a decision with respect to something that, once decided upon, would be for the most part totally inconsequential. I was so exhausted after the enormous number of nanoseconds spent on this endeavour that I rushed out to take a meandering saunter.

You'd expect that starting a paragraph with the word 'finally' that there'd be no more to the post. If I had left it at that, however, I would not have been able to use the word penultimate to describe the paragraph that you might have thought was the ultimate one. Now that you know that the previous paragraph isn't the final one, it means that this post can continue.

If you thought that the paragraph starting with the word 'finally' was the penultimate one based on the previous paragraph, you'd be right if you weren't reading this one.

I can't believe I just spent two whole paragraphs talking about paragraphs. I can't even believe I'm writing a third one now. I'm on the verge of being on the cusp of being almost disgusted with how this post is going.

Tomorrow I plan to dig a hole with a bucket of KFC, and then fill the hole with a mixture of pocket lint and ketchup stains. Once the hole is full, it will be full.

Next week promises to have weather. I should know.