August 19th, 2009

  • roybot

ultra-gooey doorknob elite

chunk chunk chunk chunkkkkkkkkkkkchrrrrr WHAMshufflecrunch. Speaking of whamshufflecrunch in the French, coalate dat suffrange into teh incompatability of wombatitude. shuffle my malarky, it's hot in here. i think it's adjusting my treble. skreeeee. stain'd textbooks of yore, keeping up the lame leg of thine couch, please tell us your secrets -- how much does 1/4" of the couch weigh, sans ass? where is that electric juggalo article? boobs as flotation device?? only if the fat is psychic. pull the stick up skipper, we can't land on a road of wallabes -- no footing at all. no traction. this beast needs a solid road of groundhogs, at the least. additionally, i have penchant for pendants of pork, otherwise known as medallions. perhaps, after we stop this plane from crashing and killing us all, we can go for thai food?? super!!

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker