02/10/26
Death never smelled so good
|  State of the Union Jackby D.J. Mac Factor   July 22, 2002 Random parables are wearable
surf sluts speak of Sarin gas like a bubble from Hitler's ass America's flying at half-mast Conspirators eat beer and s'mores while Dutch elves poison naked bears nobody cares what the emperor wears as long as he curtsies when he swears Ugly duckling nipple-suckling foreigners with blonde toupees cheering for the Oakland A's suffering through their own malaise The end is near, the beer is here wise up, rise up and get busy concubines will make you dizzy avoid them when they're in a tizzy Omar Bricks get the chicks Rok Finger gets the underage cripples When Bagel moves his ass ripples Lil gets down like Mr. Whipple Whatup, shutup bitch be a cut-up you can't play Bach on a busted up cello Bush ain't even black when he plays Othello best to be mellow like your ass was yellow. Quote of the Day“Upon being stopped by the Customs Officer during my trip to America, he asked: 'Have you anything to declare?' I burst forward, telling him, 'Only my genius!' I was promptly beaten to a piteous pulp and subjected to a humiliating search. Needless to say, they found my weed.”-Wildman Oscar Fortune 500 CookieLove is a relative term, but even that nugget won't save your ass if you pork your cousin. Stay away from salty snacks this week, even if it means tunneling underground. Try wearing your watch on the other arm—maybe that's your problem. This week's lucky names: Alexia. Ephyn. Scatman. Toolio.Try again later. Top Searches
 Your Honor A little dog choked on a draidel, a ladle, a can of beef stew and a wicker kazoo. His owner, a loner from Kalamazoo, in a wrath drew a bath that he filled up with glue. The soup of white goop he stirred with an oar and what's more he added the... (7/8/02) Space Pioneers Life on earth did not much agree with Rufus McGee and Magilicutty Sneed. Two young boys, American as can be: American as trees, or Apples Dupree. On summer days they dreamed, on winter nights they schemed, lying there on their ... (6/24/02) Do Not Disturb Combustible rustable grannies come marching in waves from the caves with their zinc eyebrows arching, in tunics with tonics electric on their lips, cities of biddies descend on our ships. "Great Montezuma!" cried Macbethle Macwire ... (6/10/02)            |
Reproduction in hole or in parts without permission is likely to piss off her dad big time.