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Edited on Sat Oct-25-03 10:03 AM by The Lone Liberal
The following represents a week's worth of discovery, please feel free to not use them wherever:
Stop acerbating me!
Go forth and mortify!
Give me ambiguity or give me death!
Begone, foul water sprite, and take your panties with you?
You don’t mind playing croquet in the mud?
We’ll bring on the incense and priest once we have these mastodons under control.
A flannel nightgown is transfixed by a religious experience; a silk slip has a close call.
Get out and take your mucus with you!
I’ve been wondering if you’d care to sit out this tango in my lap?
You really should consider more leeches for those outrageous eyebrows.
I do wish you would stop making such a private spectacle of yourself.
Those mastodons’ have wonderful manners, they must have attended finishing school.
A pleasure cruise is boring; but, I might just be interested in a dis-pleasure cruise.
How did a little slip of a girl like you learn to chat up mastodons?
The cello section was having difficulty with the passage “Plumbing, Contractors” when the symphony opened its season with an original composition from the yellow-pages.
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