Wednesday, February 18, 2009

rip us a good one bobby but with respect

it turns out that preferred bandits and building inspectors are secretly talibaning the most vulnerable mickey mouses of the new jersey expressway/
whatever they can to get rebates on their laundromat bills/
the upscale is that picasso appeared in the south dakota state budget before david letterman had any blueberry pie/
very often uncle bob negotiated unfortunately harsh terms for the parrots who meant no harm but were in the lost place at the endocrine time.
does anybody here know what endocrine means except louise brooks?

there are only contaminated beehives no bad beehives/
"i guess you're right as usual, maw, i'll be gone by the year 2045"
they kept coming back to the blueberry pie/flames in the lima beans
mickey covered donald but goofy got blasted in alderbaran when uncle walt sold out to conan the barbarian stsr wars just memory he he the old you can male it if you really try/
we will have to come back later with the dolphins and sort it all out
"effectively kept humans out of north america for 20,000,000 years/
and in the morning she was dead"
"you expect me to defend the empire with fellows such as these?"

Monday, February 16, 2009

johnny, what's up, you hanging in there big guy?

they say i was the richest man who ever lived but i never owned a dvd player, or had my own blog or website

Friday, February 13, 2009

every day is valentines day

celebrities are pterodactyls too and understandably negotiate urban despair/
powering endocrines walrus delicatessen knowing too much just lke ordinary people
nixon at what comet planned apocalypse bpocalypse
narcissa mastodon forgotten wheels of ben hur for best actress is terrified of obama
"i'll track down bigfoot if it undermines the economy forever because my granny baked the best blueberry pie in afghanistam wham bam"
rackets green glare at batmans birthday party
concerned old banana hacker bad dog invited fbi agents into her lovely home in the foothills of the enderby abyssal plain in the rain to complain about punks these days
george washington would rather establish his own holiday with st stephen on the pitchers mound
abe lincoln celebrates year round
"this is good stuff and i can't get enough'

Friday, February 6, 2009

they wouldn't have it any other way

waiting for mother kali in the shadows of nogales terrified of the old tarantulas hanging in the enormous undercurrent of the american people/
in decades since FDR divided along ding a ling octopuses washed up on coca=cola bottles they don't want you to know about/
ever trust the dervishes fishing at the cold swimming hole tehe vivian girls ran through rainbows of angry whoppers in time to save harry reid and nancy pelosi from vishnu in the shadows of lafayette park in a burning box of dunkin donuts/
except for the $670 billion rousted by mickey mouse and donald duck/
orangutangs put the despair not of the nickel but the dropped dime at $7.80 for an ice cream sandwich that melted like the smile of the cheshire polar bear but the dragon (also named donald by the way)
as defenestration continued late into the night.
the bombing concluded a tantric drumbeat of broccoli needlepoint in which sad sam jones the town lush said/
"you fellers always seem to extrapolate the least vigorous global calculus - i guess that's just what brazil is always about"/