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I started off the new year with an orgy in an aluminum weather balloon.
I just stole a library book.
You heartless bastard. Some child is never going to be able to read now because you took that opportunity from her. You are a horrible, horrible person and I hope that you fry a miserable smoking kitten death in an aluminium weather balloon.
I smuggle pop-tarts in my boxers.
Your civil courage is humbling and an inspiration to us all.I stood up and sang the theme song to "Beaches" at a showing of the movie 2012.
Your civil courage is humbling and an inspiration to us all.
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I think I'm gonna go out and masturbate in the snow now.
... I must be off - it's time to go oil the ostrich.
Oiling the ostrich?
What are you thinking of? Don't you realise that oiling the ostrich's feathers will stop them being waterproof!
Next time the ostrich takes to the water in a beautiful swan-like dive it will sink to the bottom before flapping in a most inelegant manner to regain the shore.
Leave your ostrich un-oiled and watch it glide like a swan.
I'm about to install my wave generator at low tide. If it works, it will generate beautiful music when the tide ebbs and flows.
Og
There is a genre of BATHTUB MUSIC, if you didn't know. I think it's American (as most dumb-ass things are). As for farting, I think only English-speaking people are so uncivilized as to giggle constantly at gas. As for the Sistine Chapel, it's hardly a work of art. Jack Black ... now he is a work!But really, what kind of music are you going to get out of a bathtub, Og? And farting in the tub, doesn't constitute it as being a wave generator.
I have to paint over the Sistine Chapel ceiling, Some gang-banger went in and painted graffiti all over the ceiling.
There is a genre of BATHTUB MUSIC, if you didn't know. I think it's American (as most dumb-ass things are). As for farting, I think only English-speaking people are so uncivilized as to giggle constantly at gas. As for the Sistine Chapel, it's hardly a work of art. Jack Black ... now he is a work!
DUH! I nominate you for the DUNCE of the year.Slide back to the start of the thread Charley, this is all spoof.
DUH! I nominate you for the DUNCE of the year.
There is a genre of BATHTUB MUSIC, if you didn't know. I think it's American (as most dumb-ass things are). As for farting, I think only English-speaking people are so uncivilized as to giggle constantly at gas. As for the Sistine Chapel, it's hardly a work of art. Jack Black ... now he is a work!
Mwah!Jack Black? Oh, yes. I hear the academy has his lifetime achievement Oscar ready for this year's ceremony.
Literotica's been hired to script the festivities.
Jack Black? Oh, yes. I hear the academy has his lifetime achievement Oscar ready for this year's ceremony.
Literotica's been hired to script the festivities.
I went shooting Elephants in the local Park this afternoon.
Again, squirrels are NOT elephants. And throwing rocks is NOT shooting. How many times must we go through this. Besides, you annoy the pigeons when you throw stones.
Enough of this silliness. I have more important things to do. I have to break in a snuffleupagus so I can ride him in the sky parade.
What hubris! Exposing your coworkers to the dangerous acidulousness of actinidia, amplified by the calorized must of grape skins! Or do you see them all as competitors, and this as an opportunity to eliminate potential rivals for raises and promotion?
Enough of this; it's time to look at my class enrolment lists and assign final grades before classes begin.
Now I must join the other playing cards in painting the roses red.
Assigning grades so readily? Perish the thought. Haven't you read the Uni faculty manual entitled 'Grades: Using Them For Your Benefit'? You must first meet with your class, then choose the most attractive Men or Women (or both depending on your proclivities) and counsel them individually as to how they may earn a high grade assisting you on nights and weekends in your flat.
Now I must join the other playing cards in painting the roses red.
Red? RED ?? Have you not seen the latest broadsheet on painting ?
My good god, lad, you'll have us all minus our heads if you are not careful. The paint is now called "Rouge" and it is to be applied gently using a No14 steel brush. Now get bloody on with it!
And now I have to speak to the Duty Executioner. He's not registered his latest cleaning or sharpening his axe.