Mmmm

Ok, somene slip some Capn morgan into Shys drink.

doing the backstroke in a fish tank now.

At least its beter than wearing a lamp shade..

Bumping into the gold fish
 
Canadian Kilted Yaksmen.

Our country reeks of trees
Our yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcasses...
And we have to clean up after them
And our saddle sores are the best
We proudly wear women's clothing
And searing sand blows up our skirts
And buzzards, they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes devour us whole
Our bones will bleach in the sun
(Stimpy) That's it!
And we will probably go to hell
And that is our great reward
For being the - uh -roy-yal
Canadian kilted yaksmen!!
 
Winky!
Winky Dinky!

Dinky is Winking at You!
Oh, Oh!
Dinky made a mess....

I guess I'll have to bump it on over to the clean up crew.

meop79@yahoo.com
 
Hell, dinky better not be winking at me!
This here is a no dinky winky zoney!
so there!

(Bump)

Blaze
 
Blinkey, winkey, dinkey??

OH bloody hell! What happened to the good old bump?
 
Well what the heck!

Goose Bumps!

Hmmmm

Gooseing Shy's lil butt!

whoohooooo!
 
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