[Giant Hamster]

Grueling hours of weasel washing can't stop the rush!! So Break out the Yahtzee juggernaught, it's tampax in a heartbeat.

drop-kick my oven-mits til' they stink, You Braised Staff-Infection, you! ...The druids blow gently on his kneecaps.

A Most certainly Adhesive rectal cartwheel upon all of you who exit this gagg2928 20!#%.

[Mindsiphon]

Something tells me that your soiled felt and dill caps are slowly exfoliating.
Maybe it's due to a lack of singing or maybe four cheese generators will do the whirligig.
Regardless of all the ant groin and cereal cakes, I have to say I implode when disturbing the rare miscellaneous foliage.

Keep up the imprint and stick to your tonsil rings! You will not congratulate the trilobites that scold you but you may enjoy a fine egg with a soul slipper!

[Freddio]

yea...

[Atherium]

I'm lost

[Awetopsy]

dang its been a long time since I had a soul slipper....

[Giant Hamster]

catastrophic waffles subliminally suggest you to subscribe to my ass. wasting upwards, a breaded conviction eluded by toffee parliaments.

Do not apply tempered orphans to negate the writhing bananas you posess. undress, and grundal your undesire. colgate. donde est� coraz�n ye squirmy squirmy gummi weavils!

SCURVY!
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[balistic]

This is the same kind of awesome as when Hitler invented zombie ninjas.

[Mindsiphon]

Whoa is he who usurps the lymph node! :O
Estimate the bludgeoning of a dear inner tube and only then can you profit from the confused dribble.

I've been extremely oversized and decompressed. After joining a few catamounts together the beans have now become invisible and I can see the foam! What a marvel it is to witness a filibuster of such variety!
Let's hear it for the finger chunk and the critical excrement! May they pave the small orange animals with a bounty of nibs!

[balistic]

you guys might dig this

[Novacaptain]

I cannot fathom the lobster's undergrowth of passionate knuckle-tarts that pig toes dispell the longest sighs. Oh, cats betray the sunlight in their nation's bellydance - festivity impaired no icecream spared. Fortold be the buzzing of the flame while cockroaches feed off my intestine juice and upside-down tango. Good and unhealthy logic in a can of worms meet my crippled toe and yearn for fulfilment as enlightened priests of the Jackhammer shrine to myself and a few good enemies.

In other tongues of sawdust fluid i disagree with the latter and vote for the first donkey that finishes the race to the past.

When does the neverending flood of substantial drought conspire to wage war agains mirthful saints and cattle alike? Farmers and beef be warned of GiantRodent's stuffed cheeks, for contained within are the upmost nether regions of the underside location of left, namely wrong.

weasel wash? pfft! mucus-minded miniatures! tsk tsk!

[Gort]

LO!! Behold the might of the Spooge Demon as he rides the wings of crusty mutant, mansauce spitting camels!! Take heed for his army of Slim Whitman clones are about to descend upon the hapless greased up Monkeymen of Mars!! TO ARMS!! Put down your delicious, crimson flowing beverages of velvet flowing milkshakes and attack with your hordes of rabies infected gerbils!!

anybody care to illustrate any of these ranmblings?

(nothing personal Craig - it just sounded good)

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[Sharper-Image]

Tootsie roll in the toilet for the cereal-minded speaker huggers. It reminds me of when the duct tape monster had a seat in Congress, only to fart directly on Strom Thurman's face.

[Jucas]

If my hands and feet were mangos....

I'd be a genius anyways.

[Sharper-Image]

Minestrone on ice cream cures the West Nile virus, or so a German bumblebee says.

[Mindsiphon]

Nations of joyous tetrapods cannot be hide the frozen tripe. Behold the weevils gentle penpals and let them succumb to the electric dough. The end of the cycle will bring forth seven round nurses. Let them live on the wooly flotsam and drink from their large crevices. Hmmm. To say one may regurgitate a pleasant fingernail is stubborn yet an integral part of daily osmosis.

Only then can we recycle the common artichoke tumor or the shy crustacean stockings. Merry stromboli will regroup to make a statement of archaic complexity. Make sure to assist a tsunami of pickled papyrus and avenge the poison fisticuffs!

[Lunatique]

*burp*

Excuse me.

[Giant Hamster]

Slippery penguins once powedered disperse whistling cabbage spleens which flutter inches above thy desolate sasquach.

Archibald Cobblepot once vomited about trapazoids enraged with peanuts so fierce that the elbows of every twice-born Llama, captured with turantula flavored chopsticks, would inflate madly creasing at every truck stop until girlscouts would no longer phathom wild tales of windshield napalm and annual ankle shavings.

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AWAY! Silence your floundering whilst upon my tourniquet of greasy humus legs! Tenative quail voraciously vaccinate viscous vally squirrels for rocket-hobos and generic brand apocolypses.

Wax your woven anus elsewhere, scum!

[ September 13, 2002: Message edited by: Giant Hamster ]

[ September 13, 2002: Message edited by: Giant Hamster ]

[Mindsiphon]

My what a tangible porous oak we dispel. Is that the reason for such delicious crater juice?
Of course the pantheon of purple kitchen marsupials can never rely on the flowing seas of kidney portions. Try telling the spotted shoe what the meaning of tissue and sinkwater truly have against the tall citrus engine. 573 square mice biscuits may be the solution to the detoxification that we seek. I am appalled that the hors'duerves have shown such mistrust. The putrid recollection of such honorable gouda is overwhelming. I think that it's just the beginning of what will become a very large eggplant.
Here's proof!

1423: The melon bone create the ultimate shoestring. Fligglefloogle is not amused.
1658: Deep fried wombats mourn the last syllable. Entrails become king!
1866: Musical flatulence influences Orville's decision to end the beginning of the Holy Yoke revolution.
1925: Across the sky comes the first peanut powered polka porcupine. Many marvel at the wondrous odor and sweet buttons!
2002: Fluffy scientist test the Whipplefloogle. Phineas P Schmidt is credited with bringing the dandelions to freedom!

The marinated stalagmites can be very very slippery!

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[Giant Hamster]

capsize! Not too lager but whinny inside your pantelones.
a congress of walnuts can produce massive amounts of gelatinous hysteria within eons after consuming doorknobs which have convinced kangaroos of much grander Teflon� Dreams! My hench pigeons will monitor your activity closely!

[Giant Hamster]

BEHOLD! a rammble from the past!:

JameZ: Sandalwood, sandalwood!! It's all heaven rents to graze with, but a'las a drought thrown under rectal curtains invigorates western sperminology!

Joe: If only the insects munching away at my odorous treble obsession and monster flake tumble cups. No no no, we can not continue without the chalice of breaking spoon mind moon mothers and sister of the terrible resolution of nine.

JameZ: Take care inside who's washing machine, wendell, winchell's /gorblimey/whatnot/here we go, taste the miraculous corn-beef galloping sexlessly through many gravitationally devoid christmas holocausts!

Joe: Aha! And that IS the rub for unless we really understand my muffin hothouse and sauna cravings, then my mouth shall be sewn shut and pigwomen run rampant across Nebraskan flat mountains/

JameZ: Carrion lacklustfull bagel choir resumes: "destructively detonate!!", sqwackelled canned-bee wearing nothing but clovers. Test this hypoglysemic cubbard against mighty-angled crap-circles!
Joe: ok, I've exhausted my brain's supply of random for the night

JameZ: Torrid tales of Trundle-bunnies floatless... that's asfar as i got.

[Mindsiphon]

Formidable and intriguing watermelons may be the oppressor of ones igloo but never forget that the yellow whipple tail observes all from behind the steam roller.
Centuries of gila monster have found comfort in the hair of our gnocchi. Lets not deter the self righteous whey from stabilizing the natural order of small stringy fungus.
But how you say? Quite delicate with several ingrown bottlenecks and a jolly old pumpkin skin! Slip shoes may strike a snot slop but make sure you eat your pinecones. Fragrantly ominous for the cartilage!

Garbanzo!

[iByrn]

The seventeenth of December was a day to remember. All in all, they had a wonderful time among the coral and sea squid, but Christmas was coming and you must remember that certain children around the world were playing games which had no apparent value, so researchers were sent out among them to quantify and increment their finding, compiling them into a gargantuan tome of sprawling majesty. And among those, were the sea squid, all full o' splendor and might...

[iByrn]

Ah yes, and Guthrie had somehing belonging to me, so I took it without further ado. It was mine, you see. You needn't look at me so.

[Giant Hamster]

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[Loki]

Knookie!

[iByrn]

And might I add: you are all insane. Utterly mad.

[Coaster]

God is dead!
edit: COASTER is dead!

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[ValarianROOT]

AWAY!!! AWAY!!! This turnbuckle is blocking my view of the demented state of my coniferous. When the time comes I'll eat it anyway, the underside of a doughnut left in a puddle of mish-mash with out a drop for my spleen. When the time comes for such prodigious work I will gladly be unabsent for the bride and groom to lap at the balls I dip in it. What work to be done and none to get finished in the wonderful world left over by the Finish. My, my how the table turns it's self to face the absent bowl of alcohol soak Cheerios, left by Bert for just such an occasion. My elbows ache at such a spot for sport in the hallowed halls of irrefutable evidence of gravity, conspired by governments to keep us firmly planted before the 'tube. Lester tells me his time has come, but I say, "You crock of pickles!!! That was last week! Now change the channel its starting to smell of dog farts."

JN

[Giant Hamster]

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