Whistlepigby Violet Tiara ![]() August 23, 2004 Loud and sweet,
the howling of the whistlepig erects my nipples like sails taut in the wind. Sailfish taught me to win by cheating at cards, like a cardinal at charms or an oriole with arms. Whistlepig, whistlepig, let me in, caught by the hair on your skinny tin fin. It's just my luck to get fucked on a wagon by Chuck who'd suck a duck for a buck! Old Spice tastes nice on rice, but for half the price a calf with lice will cough in your soup—delicious! Pernicious rumors spread by baby boomers ruined my rep at the shipyards. But playing cards with retards will even get you barred from Menards. Vietnam was the bomb, that's word being spread by Deadheads. And redheads like Ed's bed according to the graffiti I've read. Whistlepigs ain't that big, but they feel like suede, sorta. And they'll suck the fat from your aorta like a lipo machine on Tommy Lasorda. I'd bet an erector set you'd wet the vet if you slept over. I hear he's got a deer clinic in Andover and he's got plastic sheets so come on over! Cleats made from beets would fit my feet, according to the guy at the shoe store. But don't ask what he wears that noose for, Unless you want to hear a moose roar. Whistlepigs! Whistlepigs stole my dozen donuts! I didn't tell them they could go nuts, I just said that they could share one. I guess they can't count or don't care none. I'm most pissed that one with the horizontal wrinkles made off with the pink mint sprinkles. This is a topping with which I'm quite taken, but today I'll have to settle for Whistlebacon! Quote of the Day“We'll meet again. You might say that's impossible, since people can only meet once, but they haven't factored in my patented time machine and early-onset Alzheimer's.”-Capt. Don Spacegain, Year 3054 Fortune 500 CookieNow's the perfect time to launch your alternative news website. Thursday's haul proves your friend's theory that the Halloween is really the only lucrative time for trick-or-treating. For your information, he's going to shoot his old woman down 'cause he caught her messing 'round with some other man; you don't need to know everything. Lucky son of a bitch.Try again later. Top Scientific Discoveries, Week of 5/21/07
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