Sentenceby Violet Tiara ![]() November 7, 2005 Gonads like nomadsof the lowlands in snowpants eat Rolaids with barmaids, says no man to snowman and icicles ride bicycles as rice pickles sing Don Rickles and yellow bellows forth from the fourth porch painted by Enid and Crosby and Mick who, sick in the dick let his boiling brain simmer and slimmer and dimmer than bromides of Apartheid the Easter beast parted ways with the started phase with the carted maize with the Injuns and minions of the party of artists who smarting from the start is Teddy and Betty and Anus and Morgan and Cajuns of rice paper paging the nice pauper from a box on his hip and the locks on the tip of his hair in the air was a sound like forgotten dreams packed in cotton and the angels stung like jellyfish and I wish I could wrap them in plastic and rings like elastic would stretch as my fingers grew and shrink when I think of you and I personally internationally knew the few faces worth facing first basting piles of pinwheels and miles of tin seals barked parking instructions and levers with suction pulled the devil's dead function as I grazed on glass castings of feet that in passing looked neat and long-lasting until gas made me fast sleep. Quote of the Day“Speak when you are angry and you'll make the best speech you will ever regret. Speak when you are extremely angry and you'll really regret it—all stuttering and shit, like Porky Pig. And they'll just make fun of you. I know I would.”-Ambruce Fierce Fortune 500 CookieStick it where the sun don't shine—that's the only way you'll be sure it glows in the dark. Does this look like medium rare to you? Take it back or there goes your tip. If you could ask God one question, don't make it, "Who farted?" Take a self-time out this week, but don't just waste it by yourself; extract the time itself from the timeline, so you can put it back wherever you want. Lucky legends this week: Sasquatch, the Jersey Devil, Abominable Snowman, and other Bigfoot rip-offs.Try again later. Top Pants-Missing Explanations
The Sissy If you call me a prick do I not cry? Bully, thine mouth offends me fuck it Was it not me who kept secret your smoking your out of class without a pass you hi-jinks and ne'er-do-wells? I reach out my hand and you turn it back to smack my own cheeks... (9/26/05) Your Ass is Grass and I'm the Lawnmower Your ass is grass and I'm the lawnmower You're slower than Noah with his Ark overflowin' And I'm fast like the gas you passed when you harassed my nose last. You've got mast ass you butt pirate I know you desire it so don't pretend you're not... (9/5/05) Menu Tonsils so docile you can eat them like dumplings dumping your tummy on a rumpled green tongue. Stews you can use to lose the blues if you choose or just deliver the news that Stu is here, too. Feet of a stork that look like a cooked... (7/4/05) |