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09 February 2006

Your gumshoed 3 bean dessert salad finale cromulantly doffed my poodle chucker over a well salted shoulder. Self justified that your salaciousness is moot when confronted by the randy narwal, crepsecular rays beam brightly from your nethers, lightly peppered with many writhing, wetly glistening echidna. Eat poop you cat.
Consecrated icicles. Fistula of plenty! Wefted, freely unfurling deravelments of the judiciously oiled mantle. Chunkage! Lustrously alliterative asinine assignations left wholesomely unadulterated, and yet unsung!

AND YET THERE IS NOTHING THERE! THE CHAIR IS LEFT EMPTY! BOOTSTRAPS APLENTY!
posted by loquacious 09 February | 22:59
Fine. You've left me no choice. I am forced to take your collective silence as uncontrovertable proof that I've once and for all outweirded every single one of you.

Now if you'll excuse me, it is time for my deliciously enzymatic mango puree bath.
posted by loquacious 10 February | 02:00
Splack, Sqackle and Wag! Mofo darning!
posted by arse_hat 10 February | 02:04
Indeed.
posted by jonmc 10 February | 09:48
I play Eat Poop You Cat all the time. It's more fun than a barrel of monkeys.
posted by Capn 10 February | 11:35
The Donnas Effing Rock! That is all. || Take This Job and Shove It!

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