Quadrophoniaby Violet Tiara ![]() February 28, 2005 Love is a many-splendored thing
with tentacles. "Ding-dong, the witch has snacks, that Rax hires blacks and Jack hates jacks. Which old witch? Fool, how many witches you know? Shiiiit." Felt manacles felt fantastical when I was bound to the brownie hound (a giant cartoon dog with a love for fudge, not my dirty neighbor who mooned the judge). To judge the moon is to prune your doom, its mood is construed as rude by those who've measured its glows. The hose grows a nose when I close my eyes to a slit but peek a bit and the world lies in blurs the size of the space on my face where the air escapes. Seeping sleep hisses out of your pores while little brother pisses on lists of chores animal crackers crack under the weight of a mailman waiting for Annabelle's date. Joy, joy, the Christmas bear flew into a rage and pulled out his hair, Dancing Clancey's pants were fancy enough that the cops took an interest in him and made him down a fifth of gin before they made him spin spin spin! Like a sprinkler of vomit a comet of bile shot from poor Clancey's face-part while the cops ran for cover and Eldaway's mother opened an umbrella just in time and I ate a lime just to make it rhyme. Quote of the Day“A little bad taste is like a dash of paprika. A lot of bad taste, like a grinder full of cayenne pepper. And doing that annoying Cajun guy impression while doing anything—well, that's just beyond bad taste.”-Dirty Parkbench Fortune 500 CookieIn the annals of history, there has always been one man who laughs uncontrollably whenever someone says "annals"—that's your legacy. Turn up the heat this week, 'cause that fucking turkey has been in the oven since Saturday. If you can't beat them, join them, and show them what real losers they are for accepting you into the group. Lucky bastards this week are Tom Monroe, Pete Gelbart, Judy Simon, and that son you're pretty sure is living in Winnipeg now.Try again later. 5 Phrases Guaranteed to Get You Slapped
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