catch the smurf before she sneezes...
*parp*
too late. Brown'll be in next season.
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catch the smurf before she sneezes...
*parp*
too late. Brown'll be in next season.
Bonker has run off with the table :( Quick, lets hide the chair!
Gibbon torque is inversely proportional to the frying power of 20 violent nuns.
The sight of the congealing dandelions both excited and frightened her.
Hot legs and chili beans are mandatory when operating a space truncheon.
The final frontier is paved with stones of alcohol.
I solemnly declare that my mandrills have relocated to the fridge.
With sunshine in hand I go to seek the elusive guttersnipe
"Golden dust on my brain implant... To valuble" (c)
It would take a pair of camel panties to read my sash
:mad:
I've just completed my unseen toolbar with retractable telephone. :cool:
How to dig a better clamshell, groovy tweezers lady!
As the sun began to erupt he suddenly remember to release the shift key.
I am talking through my kidney.
:)
Don't evaporate my tweezers :mad:
My head is buzzing with the sound of twine :cool:
Can you do that with a clam chowder pie?
:confused:
With the help of a midget and three balloons anything is possible!
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Chock full of rhubarb goodness
jello soup with marshmallows and jellybeans has been found to cure meglomania.
The cure for armpit syphillis is super glue and fire ants.
The fire ants have melted the glue and the armpits are itching.
I am qwelling with Batman fantasies.
:cool:
Batman has ignited the rodents in my duvet :(
The cape and the chest mucsles inlaid in the suit haunt my wking dreams and fry my gizzards.
My gizzard speaking German to Irish tourists.
gerbils and gizzards and duvets make great stew!
I have the sudden urge to cover my television in olive oil.
Robert looked up to the falling pink meteorite and thought "That Michaelangelo has done a piss poor job here" and trotted off to a bright future of window leeching.
Do you like my new tongue? It's a genuine Winston Churchill 1927 replica.
The malleable donkeys are reaching epidemic proportions. :mad:
Nothing of any importance takes place when the whirlers are angry.
My kidneys sing in mellifluent tones. :)
I've had the green dingos surgically removed from my desk :(
The weekend wigwam has been removed. Sorry about your toadstools.
I'm blattered to the tune of the bush trucker's goolie.
Cheese...smells so good...on a burnt...piece or lamb!
It's a little late for the baguettes to trample the ham and salad.
My self-inflicted chunket of ham is on the moose's tail :(
Someone's poared industrial strength bile on my lunchen :mad: