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    rollingsrollings unknown Posts: 7,124
    John Denver used to be my cleaning lady until fluff, fluff, fluff went the pajama bottoms
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    RogueStonerRogueStoner Sunny AZ Posts: 1,716
    The scientist's fire stick couldn't lay a Fabrege because the goose ran out of goo. 
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    F Me In The BrainF Me In The Brain this knows everybody from other commets Posts: 30,617
    One time my foot itched.
    Don't piss on my leg and tell me it's raining!
    The love he receives is the love that is saved
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    tbergstbergs Posts: 9,230
    chadwick said:
    how to season your cast iron skillet, dutch oven & campfire coffee pot... the beagle ran away & lucille is one hell of a handy architect

    Oh my goodness. I just pooped a german shepard after reading this. Very frustrating!
    I ran to Mexico where a shepherd welcomed me to space. Luckily I like fish.
    It's a hopeless situation...
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    The JugglerThe Juggler Behind that bush over there. Posts: 47,258
    tbergs said:
    chadwick said:
    how to season your cast iron skillet, dutch oven & campfire coffee pot... the beagle ran away & lucille is one hell of a handy architect

    Oh my goodness. I just pooped a german shepard after reading this. Very frustrating!
    I ran to Mexico where a shepherd welcomed me to space. Luckily I like fish.
    Jonah? The shepherd? Was his name Jonah? I went to preschool with him. Gets about 19 miles per gallon.
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    dankinddankind I am not your foot. Posts: 20,827
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    F Me In The BrainF Me In The Brain this knows everybody from other commets Posts: 30,617
    :rofl:

    The love he receives is the love that is saved
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    tbergstbergs Posts: 9,230
    tbergs said:
    chadwick said:
    how to season your cast iron skillet, dutch oven & campfire coffee pot... the beagle ran away & lucille is one hell of a handy architect

    Oh my goodness. I just pooped a german shepard after reading this. Very frustrating!
    I ran to Mexico where a shepherd welcomed me to space. Luckily I like fish.
    Jonah? The shepherd? Was his name Jonah? I went to preschool with him. Gets about 19 miles per gallon.
    No, no. Jonah was my favorite grade, but the milk was too hard. Axel was the shepherd, only about 6 volts.
    It's a hopeless situation...
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    dankinddankind I am not your foot. Posts: 20,827
    Blagliggleschitz Templefeather dropped out in Jonah and made a name for reptilian courtesans after the war.  
    I SAW PEARL JAM
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    LongestRoadLongestRoad Posts: 477
    I need the restroom. I gotta pee like a racehorse held bent for election. 
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    HobbesHobbes Pacific Northwest Posts: 6,383
    I bent the hell out of my racehorse, once. I elected not to go pee as it stung like a butterfly.
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    LongestRoadLongestRoad Posts: 477
    A butterfly can sting if left unattended.
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    HobbesHobbes Pacific Northwest Posts: 6,383
    Tardiness has no place in a bug's life. Exclamation points suffer the most, though.
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    RogueStonerRogueStoner Sunny AZ Posts: 1,716
    edited July 2017
    Craving badly behaving chicks while the liquid man bellows his tunes leads to frustrated surfing for wings. 
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    HobbesHobbes Pacific Northwest Posts: 6,383
    Hot wings? Bat wings? Telephone wings?
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    RogueStonerRogueStoner Sunny AZ Posts: 1,716
    The wings worth an arm and a leg. 
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    HobbesHobbes Pacific Northwest Posts: 6,383
    Haha. Can't say that three times fast with a mouthful of peanut butter. Smack my lips and call me pretty.
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    dankinddankind I am not your foot. Posts: 20,827
    Cruising for a bruising, sawtooth mustache created potato sack races to weed out sand spurs and amyl nitrate poppers. It's a trifling thing and expensive at that. 
    I SAW PEARL JAM
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    brianluxbrianlux Moving through All Kinds of Terrain. Posts: 40,685
    I went into a bar to give a drink but the joint smoked me, the pill popped me, and the white line scraped me along the mirror.  I was a mess.
    “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
    Variously credited to Mark Twain or Edward Abbey.













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    RogueStonerRogueStoner Sunny AZ Posts: 1,716
    Baby llama is a bigger mess...she's gotta lotta drama...
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    RogueStonerRogueStoner Sunny AZ Posts: 1,716
    What do you do when you want to leave your footprints in the sand but the tide comes in?
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    F Me In The BrainF Me In The Brain this knows everybody from other commets Posts: 30,617
    brianlux said:
    I went into a bar to give a drink but the joint smoked me, the pill popped me, and the white line scraped me along the mirror.  I was a mess.
    This sounds oddly familiar to me.
    Perhaps putting jelly in one's ears is a non-starter.
    The love he receives is the love that is saved
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    rollingsrollings unknown Posts: 7,124
    edited July 2017
    good boy, that's not what I spent. parable
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    rollingsrollings unknown Posts: 7,124
    What do you do when you want to leave your footprints in the sand but the tide comes in?
    this is when you wrangle your carriage down
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    Amongst the AniAmongst the Ani @Wobbie Posts: 7,790
    What do you do when you want to leave your footprints in the sand but the tide comes in?
    Do a fertility dance and hump a sea shell. 
    Tom Brady & Donald Trump, BFF's
    Fuckus rules all
    Rob
    Seattle
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    RogueStonerRogueStoner Sunny AZ Posts: 1,716
    Not a turtle shell? Ride him off into the sunset. 
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    Amongst the AniAmongst the Ani @Wobbie Posts: 7,790
    Not a turtle shell? Ride him off into the sunset. 
    Fuck turtles. And not in the good way.
    Tom Brady & Donald Trump, BFF's
    Fuckus rules all
    Rob
    Seattle
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    brianluxbrianlux Moving through All Kinds of Terrain. Posts: 40,685
    What do you do when you want to leave your footprints in the sand but the tide comes in?
    I will focus on this conundrum all day and my mind will melt into the stars.
    “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
    Variously credited to Mark Twain or Edward Abbey.













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    HobbesHobbes Pacific Northwest Posts: 6,383
    Fuck 'bama! Huh? Wrong tide? Eh... switch detergents. It's a wash!
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    dankinddankind I am not your foot. Posts: 20,827
    edited July 2017
    Rain rain go away. Bleed the pig on famous Ray. If he hollers, pet his toe. Don't feed the ginger hippo.

    Super callous fragile linguist esprit Aloysius went the trolley. 106 cornets went to hell.
    I SAW PEARL JAM
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