Bobert Smithsonian III - Randomnessity

Hello.
My name is Bob a Job.
That
Is not my real name, and if you believed that it was,
You are
Very Stupid.
My name
Is Blimple
Is Dimple
Is Blimp.
A blimp is a zeppelin.
A zeppelin cannot be made out of
Lead.
Or led,
For that matter.
Do not be insulted
Just because
I have placed an egg on your
Head.
Noggin.
Crown.
Skull...
SKELETON.
By the way...
My name isn't really
Blimple,
Dimple,
Or even
Blimp...
Yes,
Again I have lied to you.
Do not be alarmed...
I come in peace
Strange life form.
Yum.
Humans.
No, young lad, I am not a cannibal,
Humans simply look
Scrumptious.
Delightful.
Delicious.
Perhaps
I am getting a little
Ahead of myself.
Potatoes,
My dear friend...
WAIT.
You are not my friend.
I don't-
I don't even know you.
You are just another
Random person
On the Internet
Reading
This.
And why?
And how?
Love.
What do you love?
Perhaps chocolate.
My mother just so happened to be
The God of Chocolate.
No, no,
She must have been the Goddess,
not the God,
For she was a woman.
Now she is the
God of Pancake Juice.
Yes, this time
I meant to say
'God.'
Yes.
I am not crazy.
By the way...
My name is
Bobert Smithsonian III.
I am telling the truth this time.
Indeed.
You have been reading
'Randomnessity.'
Thank you, sir.
Or ma'am.
Good bye.
Or is that one word?
Oh well.
I shall go now.
HOORAY.

Bobert Smithsonian III

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