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vishbume wrote:
bond1. Plop,James Plop.
2.Life is like a box of plop,you never know what you're gonna plop.
3.Frankly my plop,I don't give a plop.
4.It's not the plop in your life that counts,it's the plop in your plops.
5. You ploppin' to me?Well, I'm the only plop here. Who the fuck do you think you're ploppin' to?
chocolates, get
dear, damn
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taxi driver. dont remember exact quote. -
So sooooo close Ghetto,mate. That 4!
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They plop him here,
They plop him there,
They plop him almost everywhere,
Is he in heaven?
Is he in hell?
That damn elusive Pimpernel! -
ITS NOT THE YEARS IN YOUR LIFE, ITS THE LIFE IN YOUR YEARS!!! cant believe i didnt remember that right away.
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Ghetto Monstazz wrote:
¡Excelente! Would have also accepted : it's not the man/men in your life that counts but the life in your man/men (Mae West).ITS NOT THE YEARS IN YOUR LIFE, ITS THE LIFE IN YOUR YEARS!!! cant believe i didnt remember that right away.
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You got yourself an authentic gem from master artisan Rudgicus.
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Bury your nose into the orifice of pure scented knowledge. The olfactory sensation is a delight in itself.Feel the blow of scented vented air to transmogrify the soul.Let the gunshots coat your eyes to inspire visions and dervishes.Such a spray that you would be hard upon to forget.Mayhaps thr lucky dip may even bathe you in warm seething* chunklets.
*depending if the source was wormed or not. -
I was sitting down with my wife having a coffee in an open air cafe bar. A lady whom we both vaguely knew came over to chat with us. She wore a tight white ski-pants and was heavy set. She talked and talked and complained of having hemorrhoidsthe size of "crushed oranges"! and finally took her leave,leaving my wife and I looking at each other slack jawed.
Seated and my eyes at her ass height,I could not help but steal a glance at her rump morbidly as she departed.It could have been my imagination but I thought to spy egg-protrusions.I later shared this disturbing episode with a colleague who expressed shock,for he said that hemorrhoids are more akin to grape clusters! Imagine those veiny globs! Yukkk
Now I share this with you, not with the aim of propagating the image, but in the hope of lessening the unpleasantness somehow. -
hot.
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Ghetto Monstazz wrote:
Glad she didn't drop a tissue.hot.
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vishbume wrote:
Note to self: must purchase another wedge of Morbier.Bury your nose into the orifice of pure scented knowledge. The olfactory sensation is a delight in itself.Feel the blow of scented vented air to transmogrify the soul.Let the gunshots coat your eyes to inspire visions and dervishes.Such a spray that you would be hard upon to forget.Mayhaps thr lucky dip may even bathe you in warm seething* chunklets.
*depending if the source was wormed or not. -
Dear AMA,
I've recently found myself with little time for food arrangement and the crunchy urge (and spicy efficiency) of a drive thru at Taco Bell for a fistfull of Volcano Tacos had suited me well this week. Unfortunately, this has altered my own "drive thru" in unforeseen ways. To put it blandly, chap, my innards are like Hades - a pit of empty nothingness and despair. What would you suggest I imbibe to offset the crunchy lure of the red taco? -
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The spigot was set to full gush, you say old chap.One could eat their grub off the lining of your innards no doubt if you were to be gutted,perish the thought.
Two options are open to you.1:Pledge yourself into a binding contract with your fundament by sinking a finger into that hot cleansing ring. Treat it as a willful brother.Humour it.Your donning of that band would be an oath- tacos every second day and gruel with healing properties on others.
2:Quaff a glass of washing liquid 15 minutes before the tacos so that the throbbing plops are carried away with the wind in bubbles on their exit. Watch the bubbles explode or be caught by gleeful children.
Another option just mentioned to me would simply be that you come work for us!For you are obviously a man of talents and we serve choice viands. -
vishbume wrote:
Thank you AMA! While I have no professional training in the arts of Wordsmith Engineering, I do enjoy a batch of creole-inspired munchies and the occasional crunch of a spiced meaty surprise (both in and out). However, I do believe the Liquid Dawn at dawn option is quite brilliant, for it is a win/win for myself and the neighborhood orphans. Thanks again!🌾ᏦᎻᎪᏞ🌾
The spigot was set to full gush, you say old chap.One could eat their grub off the lining of your innards no doubt if you were to be gutted,perish the thought.
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2:Quaff a glass of washing liquid 15 minutes before the tacos so that the throbbing plops are carried away with the wind in bubbles on their exit. Watch the bubbles explode or be caught by gleeful children.
Another option just mentioned to me would simply be that you come work for us!For you are obviously a man of talents and we serve choice viands. -
First there was the choking fetor.Redoubling the glorious demonstrations,he suddenly pulled back,flung back his head and excreted a sodden curler with an eruption of vile-smelling fluid.The more experienced and nimble amongst the crowd retreated quickly but still managed to be struck by drops of glube.The older,newbies,infirm and slower who were remarkably sluggish were treated to the full spew.They both cursed and welcomed the dizzyingly fizzy crackerjack of a display heralding the return of AMA.
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Visɧɓuɱe wrote:
Squeezed out this gem again for a little refresher.Eric. wrote:
At the risk of expressing complicated ideas in simple language,I'll quote loosely from a film that I hate -Oh, and I have another question: What is the true meaning of life?
"Life is like a chamber pot of turds. You never know which one will get squeezed out".
Couched in these terms merits your lucubration Eric.. -
I just love the way vish insults people in his threads, it’s iconic
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