At the risk of sounding nuts . . .
. . . I've replaced my toes with grapes!

Diarrhea is like a storm raging inside you.

Make-A-Face. Design your own face!

Oh man, I'm so hungry. Only two steaks for dinner, didn't finish my orange, all the frozen yogurt places were closed. Big buttery moon up there. Sidewalk kinda looks like ice cream if you squint hard…stairs look like cake.

By the way, did I tell you I hates that rabbit?

*holds out money*
One sex, please!

My ignorance amuses me.

Cuz I rock the block
when I walk to Yauch Park

I reserve my bile for the ones with a father and son out on a beautiful day on a park bench, or camping at night beneath an amazing starry sky. But neither of them notice any of the natural beauty around them because they have their stupid faces buried in a three-inch screen watching Iron Man 2.

Stopped reading at "What".

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*stops breathing*

I was looking for a vacant post to squat in and got my fundament nice and loosened up, then I saw Hoodwink trashing the place. I can't go if there's someone else around!

Shut up, friends!

Ever since Fox remodeled their News channel and ratings skyrocketed, all the other previously reputable organizations trampled each other in a race to out-Fox Fox.

What a coincidence! Arvo Pärt is grouting the tile in my new bathroom right now. I'll see if I can get you a referral.

Ready For Lunch!
Oh baby I'm-a ready for lunch . . .

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*stops breathing*
 
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!
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Mr. Dowd, if you ever have a son please name him Wellen.

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*stops breathing*