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last words are definately the spark point of creative genious and creative moronitivity yes i just did make up a word as if thats such a bad thing, shakespeare did it all the time, you stupid critics so get off my back because the silverback gorilla warfare aren't going to take the stinger missiles from the concussion based tie fighters with delving into the themes of blackjacks and other lead pipe materials.
So.....if the monkeys are frozen, but the cellar is decomposing.......is there an odour? And if an odour exists, is it the smell of a frozen monkey, which I assumed would emit little odour other than the smell given off by a piece of ice, of does one detect the odour of a decaying cellar......and what the heck would a cellar in the throes of decay smell like? what is the cellar made from?.....does it have a dirt floor?.....a decaying, rotten wood floor?.......a fungus covered concrete floor?......does the cellar therefore smell like decaying ice...?
I saw this guy carying this heavy couch up these stairs, and he looked like he could use some help, so I walked up to him and said "hey man want a hand with that", now he just rolled his eyes and said "Nooooo, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw"...so I did. And he was all mad after he was like "hey man I was being sarcastic!", oh great, like how was I to know! :D
All right Stan!!
the grotesque nature of the celebrated celebrex is the perversion of pure sixties songs into destroyed cababilities by posing bands of freeloading entrepaneuers who can't even teach today's young people the correct spelling of certain words didn't become mainstream until the late fifteen hundreds and beyond the earth in the atmosphere lies the creature of the abyss-mally frightening to the children who have never even though t about their place in this world, for we must find a place for them, fit them into their own little niche or they might run wild and free like the buffalo herds that wild bill shot down from his p-47 behind enemy lines.
hey, i like not knowing my place... i make it as i go... off to change the world, the wonderful world of earth *singing down the muddy dirt road off to tiny village in the middle of nowhere... now thats heaven*
Heaven, the place where creamcheese is made!
with garlic and herbs?
yes! garlic and herb creamcheese...or salmon creamcheese...dang, now I gotta go eat breakfast...again! :D
garlic and herb creamcheese topped with smoked salmon on a bagel!! :drooling smilie:
NOW thats heaven! :D
I am so bored, I read every thread here when I'm bored. this is the first time I post on this thread though, mainly because I am really pissed off and I want someone to know about it.......you should hope I won't do this often cause it gets boring and happens a lot.
oh... hope you cheer up, go have a piece of heaven, that worked for the others...
I'm so hyper today....nah nah nah nah...nah nah nah nah... hey hey hey... goodbye!
I leave the mark of the night owl, the lonely soul, the prayer of the dead, and the kiss of fright. May you all have pleasant dreams.