Somebody just dove into the deep end. Pity the lack of water.
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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.
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.