03/12/26
Your very own shallow grave
|  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. Quote of the Day“Fascism is not the devices and mechanisms that force us to our knees, but those who operate in the shadows and convince us "on our knees" is the place we're born. And the first seed of fascism is rent.”-Crosby in 3F, every first of the month Fortune 500 CookieToday is not your day, buddy—by a horrible bit of luck, your day was exactly six weeks before you were conceived. The good news is you look a lot like William Daniels; the bad news is that doesn't pay much these days. Watch out Thursday, when you're nearly buried in a deluge of Fangoria magazines that have been building up in your closet. Lucky numbers? You want luck? Eat me, sadsack.Try again later. Top 5 commune Features This Week
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