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hevquip
from 45.697 bits of electricity on 2001-12-04 23:47 [#00058194]
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it appears my lungs have turned to small horses as i shouted at jesus for having bought lead pipes from a turnip turned 23 degrees left. why am i so mad at ghandi? i speculate it is due to the fact that he ate my hands when they had turned to cake and romanced a small adder in front of me.
this is a dialogue i had with a light post: (i tried to romance the light post as i am a coat hanger and my mother is tony hawk)
me: "look at my lovely dictionaries! lamp post: no response me: "i bought them from a blind fox as you know" lamp post: no response me: "send me your lobsters, folks!" lamp post: no response
i would have left sooner, but i tripped over 34.5307 deaf minks gambling for a shoe thrown at some electricity by tom cruise.
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Ophecks
from Nova Scotia on 2001-12-04 23:48 [#00058197]
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That's the second time your lungs have done that! Get a bloody transplant!
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Quadrapelegicrobotikev
from mp3.com/quadrapelegicrobotik on 2001-12-05 00:34 [#00058214]
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jargon
i stabbed my self and then she kissed me, it felt good... but why am i still lonely?
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