I'll tell ya. I really enjoy making fluffy pancakes when possible, but I can't stand it when someone on tv wears a sombrero for no apparent reason. I mean, do you really have to ask how far it is to Mongolia when we are clearly not in Kansas anymore?? I had this one poster of a little moose on a branch one time but Walter told me that it was crucial that I consult with 9 out of 10 dentists before going any further. So I whipped out my pink toothbrush, I pulled down my hat, and walked out into the desert looking for my lost calculus. My good friends don't see why I have this need to drink Coke Blak, when it's obvious to me that the Prime Minister is jealous of ABBA, and Tony Blair wishes he could be the next American Idol. And speaking of Buffalo, whats the deal with all these mufflers walking around in the streets these days anyway? I mean, don't they have any ballpits to jump around in? Maybe a nice trip to Oklahoma is just what they need. What do you think?
Jumping in front of a nun and screaming, "GAZE! IMPALE YOUR EYES UPON THAT WHAT SCIENCE HAS WROUGHT!" Would be random. Cocks.
Well I imagine that the floogabubbles had something to do with it. If you ask me it's not something chickens should talk about.
flubbagrubbles make excellent housepets. But you don't want to feed them too many lima beans because they tend to procrastinate at first. Maybe it's just Ed.
If you mate floogabubbles and flubbagrubbles you get chocolate coated cars. Shinning into the speaker will be quite fun but remember it's not all for the diseased plastic. I rather enjoy the magic lava lamp.
It is very true that Phil Collins once had a great head of hair, and I just wish I could be more like Oscar used to be...you know, before the uhh...."operation." He was so full of life and cheese crackers, but it all went astray as soon as his wife brought home that automatic bubble gum organizer....what was she thinking?
That paranoia and monkeys go together like TVs and icecream. They had hot sex. But carrots don't really like to be alone do they?
I have a monkey named J.R. Cooper who enjoys drinking Folgers coffee on top of a mongoose in the middle of Kenya while having a midlife crisis and on the verge of complete retardation and hoping to find true love in the form of a Hershey bar that tastes like liquified cat feces that has been dipped in melted plastic mixed with purple food coloring with frozen juju beans and chopped up deodorant that has been molded to look like a sandcastle. Oh.....and today is his birthday, so happy birthday J.R.
Whipped like spinning balls. =) But Oxy Clean is't as cool when your naked. You have to be chewing rhinos in August to appreciate it. Happy birthday J.R.
Substitute broken glass for salt......you can't go wrong. Naked elephants give me action in the pants.....I like big butts and I can not lie. What's the deal with deaf disc jockey's? Affirmative action, I'm guessing. Blood is best with a little oregano, as opposed to parsley, which just kills the flavor. Bow down to Satan, so you actually have a friend when you get to Hell......it never hurts to think ahead.
I've just had an epiphany..........cornbread is the fruit of life. We need it to become one with he who is called "I Am". Cornbread will lead to my salvation and I shall know complete peace when I ingest the bread of corn. hahahaha wtf? Cornbread is mighty tasty, though.
Yes, I LOVE! rice crispie treats, sprinkled with arsenic and lace, but not as much as rosie o'donnel in the morning with a nice piping hot cup of flubarointestinitis.