The Writer

'As you might have known, Sir Lord Lewis Oddman IV was a writer who made some insane crap. One day, when writing a story, he decided to eat a crap-ton of Sour Patch Kids and watch FLCL at the same time. Unfortunately, he didn't know that Sour Patch Kids have a pretty bad effect on writers. They start making his brain bounce around and shrink. Combining this with hours of strange stuff, he went insane. So we threw him in the looney bin. However, we do allow him to write stories. For the sake of our lives, we have been forced to put a bit of one on here. '

I am the walrus man...

The walking weirdos of anticipation and walruses. However, I am not the walrus. Paul was the walrus.

No, the yellow mellow custard was the walrus

Shut up

They said that the walrus was paul

Wasn't the walrus John?

No it's Paul

Or the yellow mellow custard

What's the meaning of life

CAN'T YOU IDIOTS SEE I'M TRYING TO FIGURE IT OUT AHRGHIRTUJKBJ
Zydrate is dead piepiepiepiepie

The world is a pickle of walruses

The pie is made up on the spot

42

i

told

you

about

the

walrus

and

me

man

You

know

that

we're

as

close

as

can

be

man

Well

here's

another

clue

for

you

all

The

walrus

was

paul

Look

into

my

glass

onion

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=He2EZ6-VOOk The story will probably make more sense if you listen to this)