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Indeed, it is almost swifteon in it's rapier like sutilty.

..........huh?

Pardon?

Subtlety, d'you mean?




Off tripping through daisies with the Pinball Wizard,
Jess

I had some ginger ale. Whether or not this contributed to the fact that I now have the mark of the alien on my left hand is still up for discussion.

Boilmaker's Local 499.

-Shane effin' Guy

. . .And I says to the guy, I says "Yeah Im accusin' ya' of cheatin'" and he say, "Oh yeah? Prove it ya bum". And then we were run over by the entire cast of Monty Python out for a Sunday romp in their knickers.

-Floating on a cloud.
Aneurysm

I once had a kid ask me if I knew what a shocker was.
I was, well, shocked.

Which is why I have left the Wizard to trip through daisies alone and have gone and gotten some therapy.
Let's hope it's more effective for me than poor old Uncle Ralph. You may know him as the oh so lovable Ralph the Garbageman.

Blood under my fingernail.

Finger under mine.




*It's pure delight.*

But at the same time, the blues and greens contrast like a baby on acid. I'm Regis! I'm going crazy!

-Wanting to be a Millionaire
Joey The Reaper

Witch? Wardrobe? Chocolate delight?

I don't like pudding you crum bum! So quit switching my ideas with cups of poison. I'm a Siciliannnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!

Willy Wonka and his lickable *wallpaper*.

Snozberry indeed.

Silicone hump, ten inch stump.

"Take that one to heart!" - Axl Rose

Now you're just shouting cliches. Maybe you should press edit+copy+paste once you find an idea that suits your violent, yet graceful nature.