If those are chocolate chip pancakes, I'd be a little careful
Hey everyone, Sig2340's got bunny sandwiches!!!!
|Blinded by |
Did Bendable hijack another members account. Oh that silly Bendable.
Smart is not something you are but something you get.
Chi Chi, get the yayo
Follow my pen with your eyes only.
Blow, blow, keep, blowing, more, more. OK. Now bend over at the waist. Reach back and put the backs of you hands together.
Don't let this distract you from the fact that if you or a loved one has been diagnosed with mesothelioma, you may be entitled to financial compensation.
SIGforum's triple minority
"It can't rain all the time." - Eric Draven
I'm glad I asked, you cats are cracking me up!
I speak jive.
No, I don't recall ever thinking so.
|Frangas non Flectes|
Bendable, you ain't. And you definitely aren't me, I'm at my most offensive and stupid when I'm trying to be funny. Your wit shines through, sir, and I wish anything that I had your ease with humor.
Piece o' cake
|Something wild |
“I know you think you understand what you thought I said but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.”
"And gentlemen in England now abed, shall think themselves accursed they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks that fought with us upon Saint Crispin's Day"
|Knows too little |
about too much
Now you've done it!! You posted Vogon poetry on the last bastion of sanity on the web!!
Oh woe is us!!
Some men are morally opposed to violence; they are protected by men who are not.
|Now Serving 7.62|
Don't forget your towel.
Not even a quarter of the timecube.
OK, I laughed out loud
Sorry, Lindsey warned me about breaking the chain
Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.
|Free radical |
In my psychiatry research, I will define that as "My Candidate Lost My Mind Disorder".
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Mark's complaint reminds me of the time I took the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe so I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on them. Give me five bees for a quarter you'd say. Now where were we, oh ya. The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because if the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones.This message has been edited. Last edited by: ensigmatic,
"America is at that awkward stage. It's too late to work within the system,,,, but too early to shoot the bastards." -- Claire Wolfe
|Savor the limelight|
Then prepare to be like an Easter Egg:
I SAID ROUTE 60!!!
I am but a humble lad from Porlock.
Yes, Para does appreciate humor.
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