I wanna stuff some ass!

[Purple Haze]

And my whistler is shootin' flames, by God. Halleluiah!

 

[Problem Child]

Praise be to the glory of haze's whistler, whatever the hell that is...

yessir.

 

[Siren]

I had some stuffed bass once

 

[Purple Haze]

Keep your cornpipe at the ready, leave your shoes in the glovebox, you crappy fuck.

Rejoice!

 

[Siren]

Stop speaking in rhymes you joker you

 

[Problem Child]

Jesus Jehosophat! Can I get a witness?

 

[Purple Haze]

Flail away at your nakedness, may your nipples be plenty.

Beat the eyebrows with a kosher link, good friend.

Time to make the donuts, you bastard.

 

[Siren]

huh?

 

[Mensa]

It's worse than we thought

PH is off his meds and into the "wonder" drugs again!

 

[Problem Child]

Holy buttcrack, he has risen!

Look unto thine sphincter, and let not thine flatulence be restrained...

Let loose the wind of methane ye foul demon of stenchosity, and forget not to use thine air fresh'ner.

Let us pray, O prophets of gaseousness.

amen

 

[Purple Haze]

Away with you then sparkling testicles, may your hairy sack quell the night.

Lost are the fruits of St. Petersburg, and your ham sandwich beckons.

Open sesame, open sesame.

 

[cymbidia]

Geeze... they're trippin' in tandem.

I say abandon the thread and let them have the stinky thing.
It will only ever make sense to them anyway.

 

[Problem Child]

tiny ants fill backpacks full of braincells, slipping quietly down a nosehair fire escape.


skulls full of mush, drive the fruity porpoise.


oompa loompa.


dumpa de doo.

 

[Innocencefound]

So Problem Child are you telling us that your an Orange Midget then?

 

[Guest]

"the voices the voices they tell me to answer this thread saying madness is only contagious if you are in a group"
they also tell me "only one in four is insane so if three of your close friends are normal then you need to look no further for the insane one."

 

[Debbie]

oops that was me!
The voices neglected to tell me that WE were unregistered!!!