The Author's Hangout Vending Machine

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And Sherlock Holmes declares "Whoever gnarfed this teacup has left bite marks on the edge. Could be the same who tried to force the door mouse into Artina's sugar bowl."

I throw in Lewis Carroll's crying towel.

But it is not comforted by a warm stove.



I put in another cup of tea
 

[Erm . . .WTF ?]


and you send him to a maxilla-facial team for repair.


I put in a new titanium tooth.

("Thighmaster?" - An as-seen-on-tv exercise device to tighten flabby thighs...)

and the old titanium tooth is heartbroken.

I put in a student-grade edentulous cranium...
 
and it ends up as a mustard server on a Japanese restaurant table.

I (reluctantly) throw in a chocolate Bach.
(NO not a "bock"....BACH!!!)

and you end up with a musical dildo, you can use when you have the urge during that time of the month, craving chocolate.:D

I throw in my dirty sheets.
 
and you end up with a musical dildo, you can use when you have the urge during that time of the month, craving chocolate.:D

I throw in my dirty sheets.

and yo get back Don Henley wrapped in them. "We Love Dirty Laundry."

I throw in horse bells
 
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