Tuesday, September 07, 2010
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- I don't seem to have a new post for you ...
- René Magritte turns it up a notch for the postseason
- This might even mean a new coffee machine!
- Thou shalt not ignore the memo
- There's no room for creativity in pinching a loaf.
- I've never even seen the other side
- I can't hit those high notes any more
- Must be that mouse I ate.
- If I'm lucky, maybe I can catch a little of Justin...
- I can't remember where we left the car.
- What is Thank You Sir, Have A Nice Day?
- The Phantom considers his post-Opera career choices
- That Piggy woman kept coming on to me. Didn't lik...
- I'll call you back when I think of something else.
- Laughter might be the best medicine, but what if y...
- Also, we all want our backs to the wall.
- I can see that feller's saddle sores from here!
- A month at the most. Maybe spring. I'll call you...
- I can play the chainsaw, if you've got one.
- His new right hand man.
- Just don't be there when it hatches.
- Some time between salad and dessert would be perfect.
- Stop beating around the bush, taco cheeks.
- He's beautiful on the inside.
- That's not a leaf, Darlene, that's penguin poo.
- Hold your horses, youngster, we're trying to talk ...
- I **** U
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5 comments:
It's the one with the rectal bleeding.....
Just follow the trail.
@NM- HA!
This is exactly the reason why my womb is going to remain a child-free zone.
Chickens need full STD panels. I tasted HPV in my c.parmeson tonight. No joke.
I understand completely, Bea, you don't have the same incentive as chickens. The law really frowns on people making omelets with their children.
Vodka, are you sure that parmesan was cheese and not ... something else?
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