Down the hatch. So says the grapefruit, as he barrels up the interstate on his moped. Underlining the hamburger seems like an illustrious grope at reality. Float by yourself out of the grotto, but not as slowly as horse hair soup. Idlely taking the heat out of namecalling is a gigantic sneak. Oh for the sake of petulence goes the rastafarian moose. Don't grab the lavatory taco.
Monday, October 26, 2009
don't turn the clam
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