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07-20-2007, 04:57 AM #601
Back to shaving her back. It was a feat easily accomplished since the banana blade mowed that backfur as she purred like a walrus. I gathered up my courage for asking the Big Kahuna for assistance. For those of you who don't know me I talk to Kahunas which is difficult due to linguistic idioms and accents. However, after translating from Swahili to Kahiki, the language of the simpletons, Pam understood every single word that the Kahuna uttered. "Take ME NOWHERE NEAR HIM!" she screeched hysterically. He had been surfing goofy foot all her life and she hated the smell of goofy feet. She harkened back to the butcher at local strip mall, "La Teinda Mierda", when she was the mall stripper. The "Latte Lapdancer - A Double Shot (with extra cream & extra protein!)"
Since Pam wouldn't know the difference if it hit her like a drunk celebrity's hummer, I wasn't particularly concerned about her abnormally heavy breathing. Huffing and puffing, like Delta Burke performing a "hummer-like" operatic version at the Grande Bob OntheNob Theatre, Pam rolled over like a submissive whining little pessimist seeking the democratic right to vote. Her furry back now well shorn, but quickly growing like a wookie Robin Williams impersonator, she shanked the, I mean skanked the crap out when the AquaVelva hit her bare heaving sweater puppies. Calling them puppies is an insult. Full grown dawgs, in poodle outfits, are more lifelike, although less tasty. The alcohol sting across my backside made me squeal
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07-20-2007, 04:58 AM #602
Back to shaving her back. It was a feat easily accomplished since the banana blade mowed that backfur as she purred like a walrus. I gathered up my courage for asking the Big Kahuna for assistance. For those of you who don't know me I talk to Kahunas which is difficult due to linguistic idioms and accents. However, after translating from Swahili to Kahiki, the language of the simpletons, Pam understood every single word that the Kahuna uttered. "Take ME NOWHERE NEAR HIM!" she screeched hysterically. He had been surfing goofy foot all her life and she hated the smell of goofy feet. She harkened back to the butcher at local strip mall, "La Teinda Mierda", when she was the mall stripper. The "Latte Lapdancer - A Double Shot (with extra cream & extra protein!)"
Since Pam wouldn't know the difference if it hit her like a drunk celebrity's hummer, I wasn't particularly concerned about her abnormally heavy breathing. Huffing and puffing, like Delta Burke performing a "hummer-like" operatic version at the Grande Bob OntheNob Theatre, Pam rolled over like a submissive whining little pessimist seeking the democratic right to vote. Her furry back now well shorn, but quickly growing like a wookie Robin Williams impersonator, she shanked the, I mean skanked the crap out when the AquaVelva hit her bare heaving sweater puppies. Calling them puppies is an insult. Full grown dawgs, in poodle outfits, are more lifelike, although less tasty. The alcohol sting across my backside made me squeal like a stuck
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07-20-2007, 05:04 AM #603
Back to shaving her back. It was a feat easily accomplished since the banana blade mowed that backfur as she purred like a walrus. I gathered up my courage for asking the Big Kahuna for assistance. For those of you who don't know me I talk to Kahunas which is difficult due to linguistic idioms and accents. However, after translating from Swahili to Kahiki, the language of the simpletons, Pam understood every single word that the Kahuna uttered. "Take ME NOWHERE NEAR HIM!" she screeched hysterically. He had been surfing goofy foot all her life and she hated the smell of goofy feet. She harkened back to the butcher at local strip mall, "La Teinda Mierda", when she was the mall stripper. The "Latte Lapdancer - A Double Shot (with extra cream & extra protein!)"
Since Pam wouldn't know the difference if it hit her like a drunk celebrity's hummer, I wasn't particularly concerned about her abnormally heavy breathing. Huffing and puffing, like Delta Burke performing a "hummer-like" operatic version at the Grande Bob OntheNob Theatre, Pam rolled over like a submissive whining little pessimist seeking the democratic right to vote. Her furry back now well shorn, but quickly growing like a wookie Robin Williams impersonator, she shanked the, I mean skanked the crap out when the AquaVelva hit her bare heaving sweater puppies. Calling them puppies is an insult. Full grown dawgs, in poodle outfits, are more lifelike, although less tasty. The alcohol sting across my backside made me squeal like a stuck pig, I reached
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07-20-2007, 05:06 AM #604
Back to shaving her back. It was a feat easily accomplished since the banana blade mowed that backfur as she purred like a walrus. I gathered up my courage for asking the Big Kahuna for assistance. For those of you who don't know me I talk to Kahunas which is difficult due to linguistic idioms and accents. However, after translating from Swahili to Kahiki, the language of the simpletons, Pam understood every single word that the Kahuna uttered. "Take ME NOWHERE NEAR HIM!" she screeched hysterically. He had been surfing goofy foot all her life and she hated the smell of goofy feet. She harkened back to the butcher at local strip mall, "La Teinda Mierda", when she was the mall stripper. The "Latte Lapdancer - A Double Shot (with extra cream & extra protein!)"
Since Pam wouldn't know the difference if it hit her like a drunk celebrity's hummer, I wasn't particularly concerned about her abnormally heavy breathing. Huffing and puffing, like Delta Burke performing a "hummer-like" operatic version at the Grande Bob OntheNob Theatre, Pam rolled over like a submissive whining little pessimist seeking the democratic right to vote. Her furry back now well shorn, but quickly growing like a wookie Robin Williams impersonator, she shanked the, I mean skanked the crap out when the AquaVelva hit her bare heaving sweater puppies. Calling them puppies is an insult. Full grown dawgs, in poodle outfits, are more lifelike, although less tasty. The alcohol sting across my backside made me squeal like a stuck pig, I reached for my "pistol"
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07-20-2007, 05:13 AM #605
Back to shaving her back. It was a feat easily accomplished since the banana blade mowed that backfur as she purred like a walrus. I gathered up my courage for asking the Big Kahuna for assistance. For those of you who don't know me I talk to Kahunas which is difficult due to linguistic idioms and accents. However, after translating from Swahili to Kahiki, the language of the simpletons, Pam understood every single word that the Kahuna uttered. "Take ME NOWHERE NEAR HIM!" she screeched hysterically. He had been surfing goofy foot all her life and she hated the smell of goofy feet. She harkened back to the butcher at local strip mall, "La Teinda Mierda", when she was the mall stripper. The "Latte Lapdancer - A Double Shot (with extra cream & extra protein!)"
Since Pam wouldn't know the difference if it hit her like a drunk celebrity's hummer, I wasn't particularly concerned about her abnormally heavy breathing. Huffing and puffing, like Delta Burke performing a "hummer-like" operatic version at the Grande Bob OntheNob Theatre, Pam rolled over like a submissive whining little pessimist seeking the democratic right to vote. Her furry back now well shorn, but quickly growing like a wookie Robin Williams impersonator, she shanked the, I mean skanked the crap out when the AquaVelva hit her bare heaving sweater puppies. Calling them puppies is an insult. Full grown dawgs, in poodle outfits, are more lifelike, although less tasty. The alcohol sting across my backside made me squeal like a stuck pig, I reached for my "pistol" alas, empty again!
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07-20-2007, 05:25 AM #606
Back to shaving her back. It was a feat easily accomplished since the banana blade mowed that backfur as she purred like a walrus. I gathered up my courage for asking the Big Kahuna for assistance. For those of you who don't know me I talk to Kahunas which is difficult due to linguistic idioms and accents. However, after translating from Swahili to Kahiki, the language of the simpletons, Pam understood every single word that the Kahuna uttered. "Take ME NOWHERE NEAR HIM!" she screeched hysterically. He had been surfing goofy foot all her life and she hated the smell of goofy feet. She harkened back to the butcher at local strip mall, "La Teinda Mierda", when she was the mall stripper. The "Latte Lapdancer - A Double Shot (with extra cream & extra protein!)"
Since Pam wouldn't know the difference if it hit her like a drunk celebrity's hummer, I wasn't particularly concerned about her abnormally heavy breathing. Huffing and puffing, like Delta Burke performing a "hummer-like" operatic version at the Grande Bob OntheNob Theatre, Pam rolled over like a submissive whining little pessimist seeking the democratic right to vote. Her furry back now well shorn, but quickly growing like a wookie Robin Williams impersonator, she shanked the, I mean skanked the crap out when the AquaVelva hit her bare heaving sweater puppies. Calling them puppies is an insult. Full grown dawgs, in poodle outfits, are more lifelike, although less tasty. The alcohol sting across my backside made me squeal like a stuck pig, I reached for my "pistol" alas, empty again! E.D. strikes again!!
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07-20-2007, 07:23 AM #607
Back to shaving her back. It was a feat easily accomplished since the banana blade mowed that backfur as she purred like a walrus. I gathered up my courage for asking the Big Kahuna for assistance. For those of you who don't know me I talk to Kahunas which is difficult due to linguistic idioms and accents. However, after translating from Swahili to Kahiki, the language of the simpletons, Pam understood every single word that the Kahuna uttered. "Take ME NOWHERE NEAR HIM!" she screeched hysterically. He had been surfing goofy foot all her life and she hated the smell of goofy feet. She harkened back to the butcher at local strip mall, "La Teinda Mierda", when she was the mall stripper. The "Latte Lapdancer - A Double Shot (with extra cream & extra protein!)"
Since Pam wouldn't know the difference if it hit her like a drunk celebrity's hummer, I wasn't particularly concerned about her abnormally heavy breathing. Huffing and puffing, like Delta Burke performing a "hummer-like" operatic version at the Grande Bob OntheNob Theatre, Pam rolled over like a submissive whining little pessimist seeking the democratic right to vote. Her furry back now well shorn, but quickly growing like a wookie Robin Williams impersonator, she shanked the, I mean skanked the crap out when the AquaVelva hit her bare heaving sweater puppies. Calling them puppies is an insult. Full grown dawgs, in poodle outfits, are more lifelike, although less tasty. The alcohol sting across my backside made me squeal like a stuck pig, I reached for my "pistol" alas, empty again! E.D. strikes again!!
Remaining disease free,
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07-20-2007, 10:23 AM #608
Remaining disease free, my main priority
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07-20-2007, 02:50 PM #609
Remaining disease free, my main priority was to run
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07-20-2007, 03:32 PM #610
Back to shaving her back. It was a feat easily accomplished since the banana blade mowed that backfur as she purred like a walrus. I gathered up my courage for asking the Big Kahuna for assistance. For those of you who don't know me I talk to Kahunas which is difficult due to linguistic idioms and accents. However, after translating from Swahili to Kahiki, the language of the simpletons, Pam understood every single word that the Kahuna uttered. "Take ME NOWHERE NEAR HIM!" she screeched hysterically. He had been surfing goofy foot all her life and she hated the smell of goofy feet. She harkened back to the butcher at local strip mall, "La Teinda Mierda", when she was the mall stripper. The "Latte Lapdancer - A Double Shot (with extra cream & extra protein!)"
Since Pam wouldn't know the difference if it hit her like a drunk celebrity's hummer, I wasn't particularly concerned about her abnormally heavy breathing. Huffing and puffing, like Delta Burke performing a "hummer-like" operatic version at the Grande Bob OntheNob Theatre, Pam rolled over like a submissive whining little pessimist seeking the democratic right to vote. Her furry back now well shorn, but quickly growing like a wookie Robin Williams impersonator, she shanked the, I mean skanked the crap out when the AquaVelva hit her bare heaving sweater puppies. Calling them puppies is an insult. Full grown dawgs, in poodle outfits, are more lifelike, although less tasty. The alcohol sting across my backside was very feverish