Click, my peoples, click on.
poopknuckle.
what do i, as a middle school child, know about fjord crossing?
Worms don't get distracted.
Imagine how horrible it would be to have that big ant ass, but tiny ant anus!
Don't lay in bed and sweat the cheese!
I like less "scuttle" and more "butt."
There's some kids that'll never be born.
You'd best boil that child in milk.
It doesn't take much goat fucking to have a good time in Mexico.
My boobs never speak, and they're together all the time.
Cold air is like a breath mint for your insides.
Boogerschnitzel
You'd better swiffer the chamber pots.
The eagles of Christ have flown the coop.
You're ass-clownin' around!
If pennies came in millipennies, it would be worth every millipenny.
If I were a pumpkin, I'd be all over that sh*t.
Don't dip your arse in my coffee.
viewed guinea pig costumes.
Quincunx
Last night, my Old Man committed blogicide. Dr. Chingasa's Bloggarden is no more. Adjust your blog roll accordingly.
posted by MsHellion @ 3:03 PM
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Was there a reason for this? I demand answers.
I'm very sorry to see the Dr.'s blog go the way of the dodo.
It was a true inspiration: it never said too much too often, and what it did say resonated with this reader.
It still lives on somewhat, at myspace.
Some of us are too old for MySpace.
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