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Post by S.W.A.T.K. on Aug 15, 2011 17:17:51 GMT -5
My coroner really likes widows with purple lakes. I like pake. . .
lol
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Post by Arcane on Aug 17, 2011 22:30:30 GMT -5
My puppy really likes slapping windows with my head. I ate pake. . .
haha!
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Post by Griffin2448 on Aug 18, 2011 20:07:27 GMT -5
My legs run like slappy chickens without a heads. I hate pake.
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Post by S.W.A.T.K. on Aug 18, 2011 22:57:16 GMT -5
My legs run beside slappy chickens with extra heads. I am eating Sandra's pake.
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Post by Griffin2448 on Aug 20, 2011 18:16:27 GMT -5
My children run beside a slappy gentleman with extra heads. I am calling the police.
.....lollolloololol
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Post by S.W.A.T.K. on Aug 20, 2011 23:10:00 GMT -5
My children bounce beside a flappy gentleman with extra toes. I am smelling the police officers.
lol
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Post by Griffin2448 on Aug 21, 2011 14:16:19 GMT -5
Mom's children bounce beneath a flappy turkey with an extra nose. I smell like police officers.
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Post by S.W.A.T.K. on Aug 22, 2011 17:27:36 GMT -5
Tom's children bounce beneath a flappy Turk with an extra noose. I smell like your closet.
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Post by Griffin2448 on Aug 22, 2011 17:42:34 GMT -5
Phil's nose becomes bacon with flappy edges. I smell like tarter sauce.
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Post by S.W.A.T.K. on Aug 22, 2011 17:47:18 GMT -5
Phil's nose becomes President with fat pigeons. I like smelling tarter sauce.
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Post by Griffin2448 on Aug 27, 2011 9:42:15 GMT -5
Piles of noses become Presidents of fat pigeons. I like telling stories to sauce.
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Post by S.W.A.T.K. on Aug 29, 2011 13:18:37 GMT -5
Piles of Phils become presents for fat pigeons. I have stories to sauce.
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Post by Arcane on Aug 29, 2011 15:57:43 GMT -5
Mounds of Phils often become presents for vertically challenged pigeons. I tell stories to sauce.
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Post by S.W.A.T.K. on Aug 31, 2011 18:19:17 GMT -5
Mounds of Jill's garbage become pheasants for verbally challenged pigeons. I smell stories to sauce!
(sauce being a verb)
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Post by Griffin2448 on Sept 3, 2011 17:08:54 GMT -5
Grounds under Jack's garbage became flat for verbally challenged waffle irons. I yell stories to hobos!
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