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quick, people, we must find the frog that is on the fog! I saw the frog riding the fog - it didn't fall through! - but now the fog is refusing to carry the frog over the river. And I'm quite sure that the other frog is. |
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I'm on the motherfucker. (the case, that is). |
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thank you, elusive, you are a most valiant man; I hope that through your powerful magic, the fog will carry the frog over the river! |
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Once upon a rat, a man sat on a baseball bat. He ate the rat, swallowed the bat, and that was that. He then went to the city of Yarks and ate a 10-foot sock-fold of butter-sauce. When finshed with that he departed, farted and chuckled his way along the east coast of west Riversea. Paddleing along, he stumbled upon a sac full of sacs. He said to himself, "what can I do with a sac full of sacs?" And he knew right away... "I will put it on my hump and fall a big jump home!" He did this and landed in Transsexualvania. He then died and was a happy squirrel for the rest of his dead life. Until......... |
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the maggots |
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w ow, that was actually rather very good. Don’t faze me. I want To piss on pretty potty fur. I understand. It’d be better than The toilets here in Yugoslavia; Cold, clinical, hairless, unsmiling. My ears tire of the smells they spit. |
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Haha, you're being too kind. The trick is to write things that make logical sense. I just make it up as I go. :D |
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Many many years ago when I was twenty three, I got married to a widow who was pretty as could be. This widow had a grown-up daughter Who had hair of red. My father fell in love with her, And soon the two were wed. This made my dad my son-in-law And changed my very life. My daughter was my mother, For she was my father's wife. To complicate the matters worse, Although it brought me joy, I soon became the father Of a bouncing baby boy. My little baby then became A brother-in-law to dad. And so became my uncle, Though it made me very sad. For if he was my uncle, Then that also made him brother To the widow's grown-up daughter Who, of course, was my step-mother. Father's wife then had a son, Who kept them on the run. And he became my grandson, For he was my daughter's son. My wife is now my mother's mother And it makes me blue. Because, although she is my wife, She's my grandmother, too. If my wife is my grandmother, Then I am her grandchild. And every time I think of it, It simply drives me wild. For now I have become The strangest case you ever saw. As the husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa! I'M MY OWN GRANDPA I'M MY OWN GRANDPA It's a funny I know, but it really is so! HEY! I'M MY OWN GRANDPA |
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what |
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it's lyrics to some song... but the rest of this thread i have no idea about |
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Crap! |
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