03/6/26
A yawning abyss... for kids!
|  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“Upon being stopped by the Customs Officer during my trip to America, he asked: 'Have you anything to declare?' I burst forward, telling him, 'Only my genius!' I was promptly beaten to a piteous pulp and subjected to a humiliating search. Needless to say, they found my weed.”-Wildman Oscar Davies Fortune 500 CookieBy next week you will not believe what passes for a blowjob these days. Guess how many quarters I have in my left pocket and I will be quite surprised. I said don't cauliflower last week? I did? That doesn't sound like something I'd say. Remember, trust no one. Including me. If you believe that, you're a fool.Try again later. Top Pants-Missing Explanations
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