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Mar 15 13, 08:53
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Dismal leaving results are engraved on the chicks which Curly had not saved. Flew the coop, crossed the street, now they’re all road-kill meat. That is not de-boned chicken I craved.
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Mar 15 13, 14:01
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De-boning a chicken or duck is no challenge for me – a Canuck! It’s best once you’ve pluck ‘em or else their conductem compares to a runaway truck!
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Mar 15 13, 18:54
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Don't play chicken with runaway trucks lest the whole highway side be in flux; desolation would spread o'er the living and dead... and the sight of such bloodshed quite sucks!
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Mar 16 13, 04:21
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For the sight of such bloodshed I suck, a duty, nay pleasure, I won't duck; patient's out for the count for my blood bank account blood's flood, I should have such bloody good luck !
Alan
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Mar 16 13, 08:05
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Yikes! Alan's in search of more blood! Is his search for himself or for good of the public? What bank? Oh, my heart just now sank at the thought he's just misunderstood.
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Mar 16 13, 11:35
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As Miss stood under a shelter, a passing mongrel then smelter but kept on her way cuz she couldn’t delay incase Miss decided to pelter!
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Mar 16 13, 12:12
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If she'd missed when she'd tried there to pelt 'er I'm guessin' that Miss woulda felt 'er bite into 'er butt, discoverin' what stupidity does; it'd welt 'er!
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Mar 16 13, 18:51
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There was a young blonde from Stupidity who checked her account for liquidity. Though practically broke, she lit up a smoke and was grateful she still had cupidity!
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Mar 16 13, 19:17
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When Cupid struck Miss Blonde and Grateful she thought that his arrow was hateful and slapped her boyfriend. He filled his Depends; their dampened relationship's fateful.
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Mar 17 13, 16:14
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When relationship’s dampened by fate by poor Grateful finding Blonde late, for the pea’s in her pod due to that naked god; and the shame is it was their first date.
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Mar 18 13, 08:10
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She's ashamed that it was her first date, but that huge pile of figs on her plate show she's fond of dried fruit, so he'll shed his fine suit and shave all the hair off his pate.
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Mar 18 13, 11:25
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Now hairless, they went to her suite and continued to drink and to eat. When it got to dessert, Hairless noticed her skirt so he hung it up, very discreet.
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Mar 18 13, 12:53
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When he hung it up, very discreet, she was stunned as she sat on her seat at the phone that went dead... didn't hear what he said when he turned off his cell in defeat.
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Mar 18 13, 13:58
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They turned on de feet in a waltz, gyrating with nary a faults! What Hairless then said ‘bout hitten the bed begat in de smelling of salts.
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Mar 19 13, 10:23
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'twas begun in de Schmeling assault of Louis; that would catapault them both in the ring; the second would sting the German; it wasn't his fault.
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Mar 19 13, 23:34
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Max Schmeling vas German, ja wohl, his punches he never vood pull! Joe Lewis found out – dat vas during a bout, und dat, mein gut man, is no bull!
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Mar 20 13, 07:30
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'tis noble, my good man, to spout out truths, and of that I've no doubt you've more than a few on which I could chew... looking forward to what I'll find out!
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Mar 20 13, 10:21
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To find out, just look forward to what Merlin writes; it’s always a bon mot which will sometimes amuse but some words you can’t use due to wondering where they were taught.
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Mar 20 13, 11:11
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Lines are taut, and they're wonderfully cute and they come from a mind that's astute... but it's playful and shap; he can croon... play the harp... or sing Dillon... or lilt with his flute.
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Mar 20 13, 11:29
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Tooty Flooty, one type of ice cleam, most derishus to point of extleme. My Engrish is tellible, my handwhiting hollible, what to do? White Limlick per diem?
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