I know life's a bummer baby, but that's got precious little to do with me
What the hell, here's some BFEE, for texture:"Sometimes I feel like motherless child, heh heh.""Don't dirty my beautiful mind."And that was this month's completely topical political post.You're welcome.
Graves, you swine!Babs-the-Impaler first thing in the morning? Have you no decency?Regards,Tengrain
You can see the lizard skin under her human disguise. She needs a better tailor.
Now that just made me shudder. Can ya warn people next time? I thought it was gonna be a nice pleasant post about music. I think I threw up a little bit in my mouth. Yech.
I always thought the preferred instruments of the heavenly type were harps and trumpets. Who knows, we can all be wrong and God really plays the banjo. Makes sense to me, banjo music is happy music, right? Maybe God and Jesus look like Lester Flats and Earl Scruggs?
I remember Fred Waring and the Pennsylvanians! Now the only question is why...
tengrain, to answer your query, no, I do not.übermilf, do you have any idea how difficult it is to disguise lizard flesh?afeather, if I warn, no one will throw up, and that's what I'm after!nunly, now those are some spiffy ties.betty, why, the trumpets, bien sûr!
Aw, what a cute picture -- a boy and his dog.
Oh look - it's satan and the spawn of satan.
tom, zing!lisa, double zing!
I guess it would be wise to assume God plays a trombone and not with his piccolo.
It's so wise, it had to be said twice, once for us, once for posterior!
Double oops. I just deleted it and turned it into one of my normal half-assed comments.
God, that old broad makes my skin crawl.
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