Lightning-Fast-Ear-Plugging-Bell-Ringing-Duty-Bound Ministry of Education!

2006/8/28 21:29:48

What kind of paycheck does the Ministry of Education eat? Even if you haven't eaten pork today and didn't see pigs running yesterday, you should at least know what weight this Ministry of Education carries. Especially when today this Ministry of Education released into the late-summer air the high-density announcement that "the Ministry of Education mandates that schools under compulsory education shall not publicly post exam results" — this Ministry of Education can now trumpet its lightning-fast-ear-plugging-bell-ringing act all the more gloriously!

The Ministry of Education's lightning-fast ear-plugging bell-ringing has nothing to do with any quotation, whether in red covers or white covers, on footballs or in mouths, all grape-eating-without-spitting-skins irrelevant to the Ministry of Education's lightning-fast-ear-plugging-bell-ringing-ding-dong high-density air. Of course, air is just air, whether this air emptied its qi first or qi'd its empty first in high density — it all lightning-fast-ear-plug-bell-ring-ding-donged the Ministry of Education today.

The pork you eat hasn't necessarily run in front of your eyes before, but this point, at least as of today, has not been Ministry-of-Education'd. The Ministry of Education lightning-fast-ear-plug-bell-ring-ding-dong-duty-boundly declared to the world today with high-density air: we must ensure that every pig that has run before your eyes ultimately runs into your intestines. We shall turn everyone's intestines into airport expressways, letting all the world's pigs grape-eat-without-spitting-skins, lightning-fast-ear-plug-bell-ring-ding-dong-duty-boundly run upon them!

How great! How grand! Hallelujah! Let us bless all the pigs that have run before our eyes! You are blessed, O pigs! Your excessively developed ears and lips are the universe's greatest miracle, guiding you through the universe's gentlest gaze to sink into the universe's most tortuous intestinal passages. There lies the universe's holy summit. There, grapes are eaten without spitting skins. There, lightning-fast-ear-plugging-bell-ringing-ding-dong-duty-bound. There, grape-eating-without-spitting-skins lightning-fast-ear-plugging-bell-ringing-ding-dong-duty-boundly. There, lightning-fast-ear-plugging-bell-ringing-ding-dong-duty-boundly grape-eating-without-spitting-skins. Hallelujah, all gods and their eight-or-nine o'clock morning suns, amen!