Sitting in the Golden Chair:
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Sitting in the Golden Chair:
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I'm folding my toasters tonight :)
Lobster Eater, would you like to borrow my Corby Toaster Press?
bleakness abounds under the raspberry bush - stay away
Naked couples strum their guitars in a tight frenzy of eclessiastic stupor.
Amen.
Schnaptangle has heard of it but would laborate no further. Nettles.
I've got 17 poodles in my chimney :)
Take a dump and send it to me.
:wave:
More trousers please! :afrog:
Spin the up-left side downward-clockwise. :mad:
You put the peanut in the peanut hole.
Dreeeeeam Weaver, I believe you can get me some tickets to the cup final.
Make room on the nurse for an extra wombat.
Tango tango tango tango rooooof.
Tricky lacky granny.
Make them feel very sorry they came over here.
And we will love the water!!
TRICKY LACKY GRANNY!!!
Notice how the delicacy of "tincture" counterpoints the flatness of "soup".
I breed emus in the moonlight :donkey:
Troyle the lame caber.
You say awien bigot.
Ruptured gangreen poultice venting pus into local water supply.
Infection spreading, loads more pus.
Well, I'm near the tenticles now, Morgan :wave:
Argh, clothes soaked in pus now, its getting deeper!
Gurgle.
Advance widdershins Loosey Rodeck. Dudderhonk.
Bump.
Suddenly I feel very fertile :afrog:
What a coincidence, I'm feeling randy. Say hello Randy.
hello
:lol:
Disable your trunk with yellow ribbon
Tug my lizard :eek2:
Modular brains are immigrating from Tunisia. :llama:
Mulder, it's probably some kind of exotic dopamine agonist.
Oh ok, do you mind if I put the TV remote here?
We could go dancing in the fountains of star light on Mars. However, the shuttle is full tonight so do you fancy a curry at Nasib's?
Todd's bringing his pickled lymph gland to the soiree.
Tug Tunisia agonist. However, pickled prunes.
Call the case a mishap, i still believe her toothbrush. :mad:
I've waxed my bicycle :mad:
I have a comb writer in my java book.
The one nutted man sittin on the frozen throne will get not only a frostbitten bollock, but a romantic interlude too.
Selma Hayek told me that.