Mingus, David S. Jones.
Born in the Mega Slough. Now living in my Salt Cellar

Father to Bryce Jones
Father to Dingus Jones
Father to Roy Jones
Son to Smaffy Jones
Brother to Slorb Jones
Brother to Crogley Jones
Owner of Gort
Friend to Kerkdis
Friend to Kerdis
Friend to Toby Larone
Friend to Asbo
Friend to Teribus
Friend to Barnabus
Friend to Yoshiro
Friend to Glorb
Friend to Roderick
Friend to Milbo
Friend to Henwick
Friend to wAzJiG
Acquaintance of Keif (Uploaded AI)
Acquaintance of Teribus
Acquaintance of Pernikus
Acquaintance of Greg Wallace
Acquaintance of Paul Hollywood
Acquaintance of Rouchard Mille
Acquaintance of Grimby
Advocate of Filbert
Advocate of Plert
Supporter of Gurt
Supporter of Earl
Supporter of Dafydd
Known enemy to Smogley
Known enemy to Arfa/Arfid


The year is 2059.
The world is in ruin.
A dust-cloud billows over the mega-metropolis of Slough.
Soaring through the sky a Crocochopter soars over the megalopolis of Slough.
The population of Slough now rests in zorb-like ecospheres, but are under threat from the Crocomen.
(Mutated, half-crocodile, half-human)
They rain hell, Crocomissiles penetrating the eco-spheres of Mega Slough.
Send Help.

*orgasmic high-pitched Bryce scream*

Making our way out of the Slough through investing in penny stocks.
On a quest to become the Supreme Galactic Leader.
Am I better than Jesus? Maybe. Yes. I'm so damn smart.
Beware the croco-copters, they come during the day, only
when it is warm do the cold blooded croco-captains prowl for the
human survivors.
More coming from the year 2059

Make me a god with the chemical sciences

Half my money is real half my money is chocolate which one do you want when I reach into my pocket

Can anybody hear me?
Thrown so far of course....
Heading to another galaxy can you lend us some support...
No response....
Do we take the worm hole?
Will we get ripped a part?
Rate of survival is 2.333% would you like to proceed? No0ooooo...o000000...o..0....

Coming through a worm hole wanna get quantum physical feel the beat flow like a quasar let it all pop like a dying star.
we floating no gravity drift through space like an endless sea feel the love pull like a black hole your brain is astronomical.
(Moon Crack)

Two kinds of meat, and we only brought them out two hours ago.
Six kinds of vegetables, and two of them are green.
Receive the blessing of Crogley.
Feel the blade of the Carver, for he will set you free.

*It’s so beautiful, the heat lamps cast a certain glow that only God knows!*

Greg Wallace in your cupboard,
He likes a bit of biscuit with his base,
He used to sell vegetables all over the place,
Now he’s left the cooking show in disgrace
(showed his pernikus to everyone)
Greg Wallace in your cupboard



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