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strapped legs and sensual milk
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candle wax and baby powder
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an explosive device hidden in a baby carrige.
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pramulator buggy go boom boom
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dog outside in the kennel looking bemused
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*dog looks up*
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the ground below moves with a quake and the sky above is rich ......
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... the horizon is the color of blood against a basin...
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beetroot stains that wont come out...
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Out, out, damn spot...
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spot is a little dog, bothering you while you chop the beets in your green pockadot dress....
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oh, the beet juice, how it flows and stains the thin material...
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it's purple haze... in your pantys....
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PANTY PARTY!!!!!!
... I want to murder Tyra Banks. |
Crazy women with microphones on tv giveing us all liver failure.
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deadly liver-creature attacks family of four
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they eat it for supper... with mash...
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a party where someone is playing a song on the piano that everyone hates, and is kicked out of the party because of it
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It's time to go, I don't care who's friend you are...
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a kind-hearted giant who is misunderstood because of his massive size
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he broke a chair, it wasn't his fault. he's got lots of love.....
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his love is actually big enough to crush several dump trucks of medium size, or fewer dump trucks of larger size, or 4 elephants.
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there is train lines in the distance, the elephants are in trouble.
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"elephants and trains" is a good name for a psych-rock band, as long as i get to play the sitar.
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Tor Johnson.
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Thor......
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Hammer. Adventures in Babysitting.
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Chicago....
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Champaign .....
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disgusting
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Worms...,.,..
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card games
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gambling...
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Blackpool!
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Quote:
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peter vincent, vampire killer.
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garlic-eater
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bad breath
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Tic-Tac...
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orange-flavored stuff
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