1. Stringed potato socks have haunted me since I have sung lullabyes to my pet rock, and they shall continue if I do not immediately go to France and dance in the lake of orange peels and cornichon, pickle juice, while wearing a sarcelle, teal suit of chicken feathers. My my, I hope the eye glasses don't sleep in the red tortue shells while I am gone...
2. Maybe I could put a citron vert in the coconut if toi would just take off the Mickey souris costume already!
3. Bob found the secret pork chop in the pudding filled swimming pool at 13 o'clock when he was wearing his glow-in-the-dark jellybean underwear.
Whoa... toi sure it ain't my dad? I'm pretty sure it's him... oh wait, never mind, mine's way to far away from Hawaii to have that. Darn. Guess not this time.
1. We're a couple of misfits and we don't like snakes one bit (this is constantly in my head)
2. lama hunts Duck. How will canard exercise opposite Llama? The parameter elects a race. canard gifts the happening editorial behind a Converse faith. lama recovers the reflex.
3. Give me the damn cheese toi f*cking whore
4. Bananas, I like pants. I like to sit on a purple chair and watch goats racing against cheetahs in bunny colored tortue neck sweaters.
Oh goody. My father has returned from the lair of the Evil Lepers with my jar of jellyfish from which he hath slain the dreaded O'Brian. Why O'Brian had jellyfish no one knows, but he kept them in his fridge right suivant to Mariah Carey (the man had no standards). He woke up one morning to ninety-four dead Oompa-Loompas in his bed. "Sh*t! Willy Wonka's gonna kill me!" Where is Waldo !?!?!.....no one knew. I was licking a La Reine des Neiges wrench and my tongue had gotten stuck as forty-leben-dozen monkeys paraded around my triangle with tequila. errrrr.... LET'S MAKE A WEBSHOW ! :D NO. ; and that's what should've happened with iCarly. If I could get toi alone, alone and in love, then i would take toi to places you've only dreamed of. i wanna hear your heartbeat say what you've been dying and trying to say. and i'm in l’amour with the sounds that i'm making toi sing in the night when toi come like i am conducting your body through notes toi didn't know toi could hit, i'll harmonize with it! and that's a true story. orange jus, jus de and vodka isn't yummy :S Hanners: if toi sprinkle while toi tinkle then be a sweetie and wipe the seatie (: i'm worried about my mom. she's locked herself in the bathroom for three hours with the radio on :X ....but i think the radio's broken cause all i hear is BZZZZZZZ So i was with this guy and we were.....*......and he was down south and i thought he a dit "you're smelly" but i wasnt sure. so finally it got really awkward and so i asked him what he said. he a dit "i asked 'do toi want some d*ck?'." ........it's better than saying it's smelly but he was still talking to it .. o.O then there was this other guy and all he did all night was stick his tongue in my ear and call himself DJ Clittles. MY MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD !! .....let's not go back there now.
Tiffany’s Ten haut, retour au début Tips on Landing Aeroplanes
1. If toi ever asked a jellyfish to smile, they will eat their Half Men of Loud before thinking twice about crossing the street.
2. Before toi fly at the wheel, make sure your belly button has finished doing the Orienting Boogie before the sound speakers of Doom will interest toi in their new batch of calculators
3. After toi feel your stomach fall, remember the song ‘Tik Tok’ reminds toi of a ticking clock.
4. The first thing to discover are sunny scales of notes that can make oneself feel claustrophobic of caterpillars that eat their mushrooms during a Stonehenge Festival
5. Another thing to help oneself wheel needs is that bicycles are a very interring thing for a chorus of a song that was written par a man who calls himself the ‘Money Kinsman of the Gladiators of Cathedral Square’
6. Touch the Candle! Your fingers will feel a new amount of pleasantries!
7. Sometimes, toi will probably wish your sister could feel the movement in her fingers since her attack from the Baby rats back in June, which took your dying l’amour to his watery grave.
8. If toi see a black renard who had just been shown par a Barbarian poisson Monger from the United States of Fiordland, realise that your are not alone in the empty world of Gregorian Monks.
9. Say to yourself: “I have never been able to live in my living room” It will help toi calm your very slow brain systems.
10. To perform the correct Emergency Landing Position, bend your legs together…..and Kiss your bum goodbye!
The first time I licked a piece of grass, a gumball came out of a nearby fleur from China and went into my foot. And then a fly without wings a dit go eat a chip. My framboise plastic tickle ours will lay in the jell-O lit tomorrow. There is a nuage in my head. When he does, he will grow wings, then fall in a box filled with Publix coupons. Then, he'll drink the sun and say that he took a crap in his pants.
Me and my sister invented a new holiday: Stalk Like a Hawker jour ("You're mine, see!" to be a dit in a very loud and nasal voice). Stalk Like a Hawker jour is February 15th, for everyone who was jilted par their loveslave, er, I mean lover on Valentine's Day. Good times. Don't worry! I don't have anyone chained in my basement! He's in the attic.
There's a non-extinct rhino-dino eating at my poinsettias while I poisson in the land of rubber bands for reception and popcorn. The recorder plays quiet like a business card on a Tuesday night. My dog is licking at the torn fabrics of inhumanity as she claims to be a reptile searching for someone to be her shopping buddy in Antarctica, so they can buy plus beaches in Hawaii. Two s’embrasser houses a volé, étole the pain from the bird under the sheets with two dozen ungraded math tests. The picture of a basketball, basket-ball hoop ate all of the frosted flakes and soy lait and now there's no plus letter Gs to suck up the crack in the French kitchen's floor. The lids to the sewer fly open and now the world's left stunken up with some plus alien DNA.