Moreover, Jimmy cried banana tears when he found out his pet crocodile lacked a flock of fairydust.
The unicorns proclaimed the flood..!
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Moreover, Jimmy cried banana tears when he found out his pet crocodile lacked a flock of fairydust.
The unicorns proclaimed the flood..!
For if they might have two had may due tomorrow fudge wilson acrobat.
The autonomous cucumber is a thing of the past.
Australian English.
Words exist so that we can communicate bubble gum spaghetti plasma mush. This will help to conglomerate siberian taffy factories into oatmeal.
I'm playing golf with an unorthodox hippo.
Cow dung. An IT-class with three women climaxed while a little dinosaur gave birth to an unicorn.
Bellow me a green pen. Please?
Burping up some random crayfish nonsense. What's in a name?
Symbolic bovine lamp holster.
Im booooored
are you bored? or have you been bored? or are you a board?or are you a boar? or maybe a bore?
the boar was bored, no boards that are bored, the boar needs to bore.
Well, I see that JR has lumbered into the thread with a pulpable feeling of knaught. His whiskers are truly singed by the magnesium flare of o-pine.
My whiskers are pure Metal :bigyello:
https://encrypted-tbn1.google.com/im...nZ4vu6OOzTz3Lr
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The righteous hagiolatry of ovine is decrepitating my brain!
I have invested your grapes with an extra wombat.
How odd. I would say wombat as well.
If anyone content anything in this line that is practical you are in tight breach of VBForums guidelines.
Somebody just dove into the deep end. Pity the lack of water.
Fear my retractable badger. :stripe:
YOU SHALL NOT PA-oh look a shiny objekt.
I've seen that dog.
I need more belching nuns for my cathedral.
I now have too many otters.
once i ran A cookie
Never ran, seldom tossed.
Always broke
Despite the cost
As with this thread
so you shall see
I did partake
The cookie tree.
All debts shall be paid in full.
I Have Farting Nuns, not belching ones. SorryQuote:
Originally Posted by Bonker Gudd
You are now Elton John's badger.
Id rather be the back tooth of a washing machine.
Corruption. Sheer corruption.
Corruption. Sheer corruption
Corruption. Sheer corruptio
And so forth.
I Feel all sticky after sitting here, reading this all for 3 hours.... and my hand is sore ;)
Who rotates the lemon-chicken-ambulance?
The spongy part of the fable has elapsed without any significant potato. Whisk.
mmmmm, roasted flesh
Spooooon!
Spork
Paul Simon is not wearing a yellow hat.
He has black shirt!
Many time ago twice.
Curious George has been Garfunkled.
Hmmm, the golden office chair.... that is a pain in my Thorax
No... lower down... in the Lorax. But above the Borax.
-tg
I need a midget to cosplay the Lorax for me
I can't help you there: he died of throat cancer; also, your chair has genital herpies.
The man and the thread have found each other.
The prediction of cable floatation is a bit disturbing, if you ask me.
There are five emergency exits... two at the front of the cabin, two over the wings, and one at the rear.
That is correct pies as in the Latin pīca and piebald.
My apricot suffers from whisky-flossing.
Although alcohol was historically used to cleanse wounds and as an anaesthetic, these days, due to the reported increased risk of oral cancer, it is not even good as a mouthwash.
On the other hand blackberry and apricot pie is absolutely delectable.
I tried blackberry once... the keys got stuck in my teeth.
Face-Palm went out of business.
Also divine on crumpets.Quote:
Originally Posted by techgnome