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what people are searching to confuse people when they wake up on new years day
Jake: What should we search to confuse people?
Mike: We should search why is there a gaint health bar in the sky.
Jake: Good idea Mike.
Da team of words-and-melody-notes jotters who actually composed da now-hugely-famous country-music selection, but put Johnny Cash's name to it.
An author should actually be da one to write his own compositions, or said plagiarizing fake might be condemned to join da ghost writers in the sky for all eternity!
A person that looks up into the unknown.
“Hey what’s up there (sky looker)”
The Sky Pony is a fast-growing alternate means of referring to the collective network formerly known as “The Internet”. It has its roots in The Pony as a (formerly) fast means of transmitting data. i.e., The Pony Express, Paul Revere’s preferred means of locomotion. Radar Love predated The Sky Pony yet they share the same family tree.
Pony up is coming to mean the same as logging in.
Bobby: I don’t even know where to start looking for paper clips made of paper.
Brenton: What barn were you born in? Look it up on The Sky Pony!
Tipper: Come to bed, Al What’s so much more fascinating about your computer than me?.
Al: I’ll be right there babe. I’m inventing The Sky Pony!
Old white US Senator: increasing Sky Pony access to rural America is our highest priority.
“Cotton candy sky” is a term used when the sky is both a light blueish color and a pinkish color.
Mostly used when the clouds are pink and sky is blue.
“It’s a cotton candy sky!”
1. Verb: To achieve ridiculous goals through ridiculous means.
2. Noun: The condensation formed on the skin of a Sky Clown as it flaps about in the morning dew. The process of officially acquiring these tears is as follows: Place the Sky Clown outside between the hours of midnight and 3am, wait until 7am with correct weather conditions which would produce dew on an average lawn, and then wring the moisture from said Sky Clown before 9am.
My boss wants me to wash my teeth without a brush for the next week, but still wants me to be clean! It's like milking tears from a sky clown over here.