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|  Nice Smileby Violet Tiara   March 19, 2007 Teeth made from beefare a source of great grief for Leif and a thief with the brief name of Queef. Chewing with meat is a feat quite neat, but a taste far from sweet when heat makes meat excrete. The Dentist, an apprentice, was a Chicagoland menace. Making each venture into dentures an indentured adventure. Making each meaty teeth-clencher a thirst quencher I'm then sure. A mouth full of pork would go well in New York when torque from one's fork would uncork the sound "Bjork!" But teeth made from sow, wow far better than cow. Much tougher to plow through your chow or mention the Tao or murmur a wedding vow with the beef teeth you have now. Even teeth fashioned from lamb or meat from a ram or flesh from a clam would hurt less when you swam and be less likely to jam when you scream out "Damn!" to the king of Siam. Oh, pardon me ma'am, my name is Sam and gram by gram teeth made of yam or molars of ham would seem less of a scam when I slam this sham "Wham!" during my final exam. But I y'am what I y'am. Though my breath smells like Spam. I y'am what I y'am. Though I smile like Vietnam. Milestones2002: Office prick and former Acting-Editor Ramrod Hurley successfully turns 30, leading us on an endless week-long binge of bitching, moaning, and strange acts of vandalism we hope not to repeat this year.Now HiringBig Fat Patsy. 'Cause we're not taking the rap for this, see. We must look like a real all-day sucker to you, yeah, a sucker, with a big fat wrapper. Boy, should we have seen it coming! Played like a two-bit piano from day one. Backstabbing dames need not apply.Top-Selling Porn Musicals
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