Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Nut Case...Me...Nut Case...I Should Author a Book of Idiocy

She smelled the way a cat looks when it's found in the closet, eating a mermaid.

As a rule, I try to avoid killing children unless their parents disappeared during the rapture.

Marie's sharp, valiant nose was fully engaged in fear...no one else knew.

I began my life as a 79 year-old man...I died at age 8, singing the blues in a karaoke bar, the son of Mexican immigrants from Ethiopia.

Have you ever eaten sharp cheddar porridge while posing for someone else's high school year-book photos? Me, too...let's have children together!

Jenny just loves the smell of freshly mown kittens.

Brian Elroy was only 11 when his sister, 12 years his junior, was eaten by a bobcat.

His deep, baritone voice was beet red, but only when Auntie Emma walked in the room naked, dragging her demented Chihuahua with a metal chain.

Irene was not as stupid as she would become, but easily as stupid as she would be in her later years.

Monica was a deeply religious atheist who practiced her lesbianism only on Wednesdays during Lent.

Psychographics can cause lung cancer in laboratory animals...so, if you are a laboratory animal, do not ingest psychographics.

I loved her...but she kept trying to kill me, so I baked her as in Baked Alaska and fed her to the new Parson...he loves sushi that had prehensile tails.

Debbie used to be a shameless beggar, living in the streets, but then we had wild sex and she decided to be an ophthalmologist with socialist leanings.

We've decided to reintroduce obsidian as a kitchen counter option, but only in or near St. Petersburg. For details, call a Muslim.

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