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| enferno |
is it wrong that i have my aim buddy list set up via. the ladder theory?
i'm prety sure all of you know what that is by now.
but is that odd? |
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| Xenocreator_PG_ |
yes, and is it wrong to list my set up ladder upside down and to the stair ways?
Im pretty & have no idea what this all means by then.
Is it not not even? |
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| enferno |
| The French Lieutenant counted his spare change, he just had enough money to pay for the removal of Mr Slithery Handbag's glans. Handbag wasn't his real name, of course. He had changed it by deed poll, as he was a fan of barbituates. But nothing could beat smoking amphetamines through a dog. "Surely you mean log?", said a helpful professor. "Canines have a tendency to chafe" But it didn't stop me grating my own brand of cheese at source. |
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| Xenocreator_PG_ |
| The Canadian Captain died after his spare change got caught in the vender machine, his glads got caught in his handbag & he couldnt slitherly slither it out. His handbag had blood on it, of course. The deed poll had blood on it. The dog had blood on it. Everything was red. "Surely you mean the log had blood on it?", said a this annoying bum on the street. "Logs do not have brains & do not bleed as much as glands" But it didn't stop the log from sitting inside the handbag & having a peek at the bleeding gland. |
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| enferno |
| Egbert had a serious mental condition that went by the medical name of masturbation. But I enjoyed myself in the throes of ecstasy so I continued peeling those lovely vegetables whilst vigourously doing a crossword. Then suddenly, he noticed an article on the opposite page. The article said, ' Shiddy shoddy whapaloop zing a der lumpy'; I couldn't help but think the Telegraph's standards were slipping. |
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| Xenocreator_PG_ |
| After the series of operations his problem seemed to clear up, but there was still some masturabtion left in the left side of his brain. Egbert had to operate on himself, so he grabbed the farmer & flipped his salmon into the convulsing vomit puddle and started sifting through it for spare vegetables. "I found a gerkin" He said as she sat quietly on the telegraph pole & said "I also have splinters". She slipped further down the pole with a slurpy slurpy slurp slurp. |
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| Sushipunk |
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| enferno |
| Yesterday i shaved my beard off, and gave it to my dog. People say dogs look like there owners my dog looks more like my aunty Doreen every day. Yep, that lady was truly a saint. Just ask Uncle Haggis. Many a night he would come home from work, tired and in need of the type of carnal satisfaction that is only legal in some parts of Milton Keynes. Also, in Milton Keynes, H.I.V. stands for "Horrible Indecisive Ventriloquist". 'Don't be a buffoon!' said Carol Vordeman, 'I gave you two vowels' He said, and held it to the light. Bloomers could clearly be seen inside the glass dome. Because of this the main characters died. All of them. Suddenly and from anal gasses. |
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| Xenocreator_PG_ |
| suddenly, moments after Miss Caroline wiped the rare salt bush liquid off the dogs tail, the lights went dim and Officer Timbuckto barged through the door holding his police badge "what is going on here?" he demanded & threw the corpse of Franky the constipated snail onto the shards of glass. "Look at this wood peker, it is hammering the fabric of space time and disrupting grandpa Smiths sleeping patterns". They then realised that it was time to put the anal glass back into the cavity. |
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| Frenchie |
| quote: | Originally posted by jonSun
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