Dont Rush so fast into this blog.

Today is the day I tell you about a liopleurodon I encountered on my journey to a mystical mountain. Behold, this was no ordinary liopleurodon, it was a Magical Albino liopleurodon. And it was laying in my way. Legend has it that it can show you the way, but all I heard was gurgling and screeches.
Eventually, I climbed over the liopleurodon, and continued my journey. But I fell over, and lost a kidney.

I went to work later, but they sent me to the hospital instead. Apparently I needed a transplant, because it’s kind of hard living without both kidneys.
Oh well, I guess I’m getting new liquor batteries.

I went home that evening, without the hospital’s knowledge, and has me a supper consisting of beef ragu, cheese soufflé, pie, and pudding en flambé. It was prepared and served with glare, a culinary cabaret.
The end.

Or is it?