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Post by Nancy on Nov 19, 2007 14:26:16 GMT
Mano a mano, le tue ossiflexe, si starnubbano nel brondio. They've gone so surreal they aren't even English anymore
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Post by Scoop Doggy Doo on Nov 21, 2007 0:43:20 GMT
You'll never get your horizons broadened by restricting yourself to Angles, Nancy!
'Your skin sheds forth so that I endlessly crave pans of fried baclava.'
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Post by graytart on Nov 21, 2007 2:43:00 GMT
Your arms lengthen daily like the edges of a festering table.
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Post by kattsay on Nov 21, 2007 10:12:47 GMT
Legions of Communists worship your robust cannabalism of Capitalists clad in junk mail suits.
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Post by Nancy on Nov 21, 2007 12:36:40 GMT
Ah! how the play of light upon your shoulders does bring one to reminisce of fallen lighthorsemen and gaseous trenches.
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Post by Scoop Doggy Doo on Nov 21, 2007 23:14:34 GMT
Teacups smash, flounders ignite spontaneously in your presence.
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Post by Nancy on Dec 2, 2007 0:13:41 GMT
How lovely is your curdled priest!
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Post by Scoop Doggy Doo on Jan 10, 2008 22:04:09 GMT
You do but seize my motor fixtures into a likeness not unlike the moon.
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piggybank
Shirt Shaker
Not now! I've got my homework to do!
Posts: 69
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Post by piggybank on Jan 11, 2008 11:48:11 GMT
You do dine so emergently that sanguine trepidation overcomes the house-staff.
Ooh, isn't this lovely...
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Post by Nancy on Jan 12, 2008 23:24:44 GMT
The phase of your hallucinations reminds me of those balmy days when the championship mould was breeding, when the fish were long, and so were the valued floats of men we drank through narrow straws...
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Post by Nancy on Jun 4, 2008 11:27:27 GMT
What beautiful negligence you wear!
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flagellant
Trouser Freak
It's all my fault!
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Post by flagellant on Jun 4, 2008 13:22:15 GMT
Never pet your dog when it is on fire.
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Post by Scoop Doggy Doo on Jul 23, 2008 8:20:28 GMT
Apparently, many gazelles will make a windmill break tragic news to concertinas...
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Post by Nancy on Aug 1, 2008 14:47:12 GMT
I must demand your pleasing chin! How it passes there and back again like a leopard searching for its misplaced frontal lobes.
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Post by Beautiful Zelda on Apr 15, 2009 16:38:17 GMT
Rearing in quaffed monk, you stun me by employing eight windows when the priest is but iodine Hmmm I need a good compliment but this will have to do
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