Friday, May 8, 2009

Squatting on a protracted needle

Gloating paper clips are not for the squeamish. I cannot stress the importance of baby lotion bottles enough, as they pertain to the plotting of a course to Zimbabwe. In response to my crepe panning, you must entertain. Does this make enough to flake a tootsie roll pop? The world may never know. Overcooked though it may be, I must prescribe a can of bloated flea dookie. Do not seek the treasure, says the gandering filler neck.

3 comments:

stappage said...

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kevin the jerk said...

Smoke another one, chachi. I am appreciated by most balance beams.

Clay Perry said...

LOLOLOL