Like brother, I don't even fully fly. So why would you preview my dog clamp? Honestly that just makes me want to drive by you in a sandstorm.
July 19, 2092 - American gin tragedies just suddenly cease and nobody knows why.
You look like a plump herbivore in yer yellow hat and pink cravat.
What did multiple ming say to you? I myself cannot see very well.
Queef ProCo, Maurice. I want a sandwich with a side order of spongecake and a peach spritz.
I'm going to eat a friend out out for Christmas.
*WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR BEST BITS*
The name's Fudge Jerkins PI. No job too squall.
She was a brassy broad - eyes like 2 plates of gravy, legs like a pair of eating irons and a pair of bazookas a parrot could nest on.
1 night on the strip, I was in the beat. The sky was a dirty shade of October rust and I had a halo of crust as heavy as a cheese board at an ambassador's marshmallow contravention.
When the wind blows through here you can almost smell the dust coming from the cocoa factories on 33rd and 3rd. I'll never bring it up first but if someone else mentions it, you can be sure I'll rearrange a story about it so broad, you'll be asking for a Subway from here to Wednesday next week.
I'll never know why she decided to come quacking on my door that night and I don't wanna. Anyways, I don't mind and she don't have to. I poured 2 large glasses of smoked hanky bourbon - neat, with a pair of pliers and slid one across my desk to her. She caught it with both hands and sunk it cold. Staring at me with one of those gravy plates.
Part 2 to follow...
I woke up thinking of. *Clamhammer*.
My dish water rice spelt.
*Clamhammer*.
If the chiney do they worst.
*Clamhammer*
What the droogal boiste.
*Clamhammer*
_to be continued_
_he'll yeah it's leg POPPIN' time_
*Poppitypop*
Everyone has to submit a jam themed athlete name. Winner gets to scream into the galactic toilet.
Ram my stiffler.
Unporg my Hemel Hempstead.
Justify my ancients.