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Makris wrote:
agree you did with the palaton
Sure thing. Also it should be cooked til it's completely her best pair of shoes.
Makris wrote:
Friends and photographs, a poignant relative wishes to invite a monkey to a reciever's charity ball. May I attend the Swenson's court room journal with the pill of Michael Dorsow? I still apply often when little puters milk the fountain with splendid grasses of Ecquador. Much of the time spent erasing public opinion results in buttons be pushed and forumulas being erased. Ladies, you know who you are.
42.
Once over the strife of Brittania, spanked was the wank. Spanked indeed.
Hall & Oats babied the urin over and over again. He joined the spanking insisting it let to the demise of perspicasity amongst the upper classes.
He nodded, and then shat himself.
Evelyn, a modified dog
Viewed the quivering fringe of a special doily
Draped across the piano, with some surprise
In the darkened room
Where the chairs dismayed
And the horrible curtains
Muffled the rain
She could hardly believe her eyes
A curious breeze
A garlic breath
Which sounded like a snore
Somewhere near the Steinway (or even from within)
Had caused the doily fringe to waft & tremble in the gloom
Evelyn, a dog, having undergone
Further modification
Pondered the significance of short-person behavior
In pedal-depressed panchromatic resonance
And other highly ambient domains...
Arf she said
Two dead men got up to fight
They stood back-to-back and faced each other
Drew their swords and shot one another.
(and don't make me recite Jabberwocky
Message Edited by RichardBryant on 07-17-2005 02:58 AM
RichardBryant wrote:
(and don't make me recite JabberwockyMessage Edited by RichardBryant on 07-17-2005 02:58 AM
FINE I WILL
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.