A wiggle is as good as a snark to a blinged manfred.
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A wiggle is as good as a snark to a blinged manfred.
Is this the end of the gorp trail?
:(
Edible bark, dirt and rocks can never end!
The Moose on top
The Moose below
"Page five", shouted the indignant fairy!!!!!! You must be floundered--mackeraled at the very least!!!!:(
Page 5 is no place for a gay elephant's rotating dunk-saddle :mad:
Page five should be reserved for religious observations...not camel bags and armpits!
Clowns must be carefully peeled and adorned with bedsprings.
And you were under the impression that canteloupes sway towards high tides in the supermarket!
I've replaced my spoons with a basketball court.
Incessant babble leads to marigold flossing :(
Ariel refueling is best done with a wire whisk!
There is a colon in my miller's duvet :(
I'm off to the lesbian ocean-chicken's cave :cool:
My flurgle was buried under a mound of radioactive oranges.
I'm eating Dennis Norton :cool:
The enchilada conspiracy stumbled upon Dennis Norton while he was vacuuming underneath the blazer.
It is now safe to turn off your Poet
I have scrubbed my ears! Don't they look incredibly goldfabbed?
There are mushrooms living in my bath chair. :mad:
Robert looked through the stained window and mused "wonder what will clean off the rodent blood" and absent mindedly beheaded a refridgerator.
Swirling fluff and blowing beer goggles that's the key!
The beard on the mollusk was disintegrating rapidly as the washerwoman attempted to clean format the perrywinkles.
Thou shallt no longer chastize thy dusthe binne with thy tree stumpe :mad:
Why do incessants cease to desist my orange bunny's glue gun?
Militant cucumbers had defrocked my Portuguese lobster-bike :(
Irrate cockeyed peas have overrun my nerves:(
I found a tin of pea soup in my portable knee. :confused:
My cube is full of jam and I don't have a spoon :(
Carrying Welshmen across the desert is not a job for expandable geese.
Kong-Flatty is re-emerging from the Moot.
Oh, the horrors of neutering eggplants under the influence of monitored truffles.
Appearing this morning in the Vitriol Lounge, "Pissed off Porcupines". Admission: one asparagus spear.
For sale, One slightly used mango, own teeth required, price half a lemon or nearest offer.
A pint and a half of your finest bovril please, barman. :)
The cat has frisked me for the last time! :(
My main flipper is suffering from fallen arches. :(
(Dad to his 4-year-old sun that just made a drawing of his dad)
Son, my hands have absolutely no marks of being forkish.
I've puffed the emu's tuft :(
So has Enid Blagflaps :cool:
I get aroused eating cole slaw.