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« Reply #45 on: January 16, 2009, 12:57:06 AM » |
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If planes sang then why do lights have broken spines?
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« Reply #46 on: January 16, 2009, 06:13:17 PM » |
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when cantalopes began for the kitten tree they were as shotgun banana hats
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« Reply #47 on: January 16, 2009, 06:19:15 PM » |
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Like the winged pop tart, Soviets toast skateboard tissue smocks.
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« Reply #48 on: January 16, 2009, 06:55:25 PM » |
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Las Vegas made the cornucopia fries magic almost.
I hope hats don't dilute raptors megaphone?
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« Reply #49 on: January 16, 2009, 11:36:29 PM » |
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Mortars are just what we need to get the bob gun?
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« Reply #50 on: January 17, 2009, 12:06:31 AM » |
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maple shouts the snab and then the fish ate dam
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« Reply #51 on: January 17, 2009, 08:49:36 AM » |
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Lamp me, it's not butter. Spray the king with sticky notes.
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« Reply #52 on: January 17, 2009, 10:57:09 AM » |
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Fred was quite when the eagles flew for pudding
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« Reply #53 on: January 17, 2009, 01:50:36 PM » |
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{ Norman cried fantasy tiger, Howard tickled pants-less }
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« Reply #54 on: January 17, 2009, 07:34:20 PM » |
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Fruity onions, here you go
Shouting under misteltoe
Ointments shaking for it's dark
Wait for the piano's handsome bark
The frozen chicken, speaking truth
Never drank for government
Fighing with the photo booth
While garbage men smoked the end
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« Reply #55 on: January 17, 2009, 07:39:51 PM » |
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The tits were glowing faggit ass bitch dildo fucka with a side of spackers, on the pow bitchedered leaf, they wanted to FIVE!!!
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« Reply #56 on: January 17, 2009, 07:40:29 PM » |
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But soft, shoelaces find my hat juice. Fire crotch dissolves it the sandpaper.
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« Reply #57 on: January 18, 2009, 12:01:02 AM » |
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Maybe some are alright.
-Shrieking Shapiro bolted, sorry corn flakes.
-So it's true, the toothbrush jabbed.
-I speak swiftly, escalator too pristine for Janet.
-Instant film! But tomorrow was not necessary.
-Somebody else male perspective, Philadelphia.
-Engrossing transformational blossom, she snapped her neck.
-In the deep night three.
-Walk to the corner store, to fetch a pack a petch a fack.
-Evil Greg forgot, not his ulcers distribute child flames.
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« Reply #58 on: January 18, 2009, 01:08:47 PM » |
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General Mills had almost compact disk flam men.
This mammograms always retarded flak jackets.
The Count never had a mango as to what the Jericho had concocted in himself's waterbaths. Tomatoes also extremes the yesterdays of the Later Day Saints.
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« Reply #59 on: January 18, 2009, 02:08:14 PM » |
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My uterus flies without nostrils. No way did the lego river match up to the gorilla's telescopic razor.
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