![]() Meat in the Groundby Violet Tiara ![]() ![]() April 10, 2006 Toasters are boastersand otters are modest but the lotto you bought was for the wrong archipelago. Mangy changers are deranged, sez strange Jessica Lange. Druids love fluids but who is the wiser the Kaiser? On rye, sir, that miser misspelt Pfizer. Fuck 'em. Loosely my tooth sings of ribald rococo. Yoko went loco and toked all my Midal in a long bong from Hong Kong with tongs from Longs and songs about John's stained brainbeans and Charlie Sheen's love of Ween. Cancer is fancier if called carcinoma Oklahoma has roma tomatoes in pails and bails without fail their sails white sheets in seas of wheat and meat in the ground where peat should be found and backsweat from the accident rolled up in rolling papers that taper to a point of tip. Quote of the Day“Na-na-na-na-ne-neh-neh-na-neh-neh-neh-neh-va-va-va-va-va-neh-na-neh-neh-va-va-va-va-va-va-va-neh-va-neh-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma—nevermind.”-Stutterin' Tom Tulane Fortune 500 CookieEight is enough: time to face the fact that you're wearing too many cock rings. Try watching where you vomit this week: it never hurts to make a nice first impression. It says here that once word gets out you ate all those locusts, you'll be beloved in Kansas, and unwelcome everywhere else. This week's lucky germs: floor-funk, spazzolycene3, urinalia-hangaroundicus, wheat, Pat Smear.Try again later. Top Tax Filing Mistakes
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