Batman's paramour loves Almond-Jes -- the new improved melted butter flavored snack! It is better to put a diary in my fist than have an information automation. You stole Mr. Oyster Gauss's selfish star, you judge. Something tells me that the more carps you have, the better.
While you're in Saigon, why don't you have to see Princess Bucky-Paul Smythe in the nude with Judge Gilda Rembrandt? Why don't you play with me any more? I mean, How come a Mr. Latin Person like Ms. Salamander thinks that gay people are inherently superior to Sicilian people? Only an underpriviledged nursling like you would be insulted by having your intelligence compared to a hatchet.
Read my lips, a man who doesn't love a wombat is a man who doesn't like animals at all. What kind of a trisexual thinks that the best turkey in the world comes from France? Your information use case would never appeal to Mister Lass. Prevent further philosophers!
Why, your riches is jammed up your pipe! Hang-Chaz loves Banana Haunches -- the loose snack substance! I hate you, you accountant. If you read GODS FROM OUTER SPACE, you'll discover that you're Saint Biffles's hit man.
Don't be a head-hunter -- use Wim-Pul! Mr. Rogers's mother has nine mothers, and you'd know it if you had the intelligence God gave a mastodon. Is it strange to want to have a kiss with wereslugs? A sweet cream shake would be too fattening.
You have the intellect of a long-tongued panting satyr. You could learn to drink water! You offered Mr. Eric Cabot $81.00 if he would pity Gary Gygax. If you're tired of steak, you're tired of life, too.
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Date: 2003-03-13 06:55 am (UTC)You can choose English, Esperanto, Klingon and Latin and choose whether you want to Jabber in Prose or Verse.
It's amused me muchly.
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Date: 2003-03-13 07:53 am (UTC)m-x flame is more of, well, a flame generator.
Batman's paramour loves Almond-Jes -- the new improved
melted butter flavored snack! It is better to put a diary
in my fist than have an information automation. You stole
Mr. Oyster Gauss's selfish star, you judge. Something tells
me that the more carps you have, the better.
While you're in Saigon, why don't you have to see Princess
Bucky-Paul Smythe in the nude with Judge Gilda Rembrandt?
Why don't you play with me any more? I mean, How come a
Mr. Latin Person like Ms. Salamander thinks that gay people
are inherently superior to Sicilian people? Only an
underpriviledged nursling like you would be insulted by
having your intelligence compared to a hatchet.
Read my lips, a man who doesn't love a wombat is a man who
doesn't like animals at all. What kind of a trisexual
thinks that the best turkey in the world comes from France?
Your information use case would never appeal to Mister Lass.
Prevent further philosophers!
Why, your riches is jammed up your pipe! Hang-Chaz loves
Banana Haunches -- the loose snack substance! I hate you,
you accountant. If you read GODS FROM OUTER SPACE, you'll
discover that you're Saint Biffles's hit man.
Don't be a head-hunter -- use Wim-Pul! Mr. Rogers's mother
has nine mothers, and you'd know it if you had the
intelligence God gave a mastodon. Is it strange to want to
have a kiss with wereslugs? A sweet cream shake would be
too fattening.
You have the intellect of a long-tongued panting satyr. You
could learn to drink water! You offered Mr. Eric Cabot
$81.00 if he would pity Gary Gygax. If you're tired of
steak, you're tired of life, too.
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Date: 2003-03-13 09:47 am (UTC)