KrangkaDelic

"- and if they strangle one of your bangles, then you send one of theirs to the fucking morgue!"

Don't you smack my clakkaz in Arakataka, or I'll tussle your muscles in Luxembourg. Or thereabouts.

"Nice to meet you, Machu Pichu,"; "The pleasure's all yours, Gregory of Tours."

Do all the rats cry when Orion undresses? I'm surprised they're so free from more immediate stresses ...

olson shins olson grins olson wins! ... olson twins.

My spent-spinners' spurious spiral spouts Spacey-speak: - speed-balling, spokes spinning, spores sprouting; spurting its spine-spillings sparingly so to spread specious spoonfuls secretly, silently, sinfully ... sensing sunrise, Sergeant Sister shouts surprise! so serendipity soon speeds its' own demise.

If there was a problem, Yo (my then-hip In-home Solutions' Provider) would indeed solve it But hed solve it with his mind, not like these kids today...

Live long, then compost.

Now at least we know for sure that these are the six parts of Morten Harket that are NOT trying to kill us.

You have one more chance to produce Chris Farley, so don't fucking blow it, O.K.? That goes for you too Chablinszky.

Oddly enough: Koala-tractors.

fair fux

This guest-toff vest-off best of chest off tires even my sence of pewtered irony, eh The Spinster Murphy? Send us news of our victory.

I'm guessing polymath want a cracker made from books and equations?

wanna make 14 dollars the hard way? by podcasting?

Unfit pals skip Sals' starters: the main course is horse, so let's ALL use the Force.

gah

JESUS just heard about HW, fucking hell. i h8 phish, but that guy was cool. rip. i dont use twitter, sorry for the breach of forum posting rules,

Today is a real gotta-lactate-in-Gods'-cheerios kind of day.

Outpaced, unsure; bespectacled, demure: you stand before this very court today...your collar limp and your pallor grey. Is there anything left for us to say? horny fish particles.

Groin-droid sez: "Duff my kraken!"

Spandexed foes in spreadeagled pose oppose all clothes yet oft repose half dozed in grandiose pantihose. Or so I'm told.

Herbert Morales be like all up in yo' butt, huh?

Smoke Potterman sayz: 'Take me to your weed dealer, guys!" hash tag ... uhhhh HASH!!!

All that we see or seem is but a stream of cream within a dream about steam.