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Post by Mare on Feb 10, 2015 3:18:12 GMT
...in her nose. She tried but she couldn't get
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Post by Introvertigroo on Feb 10, 2015 3:21:18 GMT
to her brain, so she tried something even more drastic when she
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Post by Mare on Feb 10, 2015 3:37:38 GMT
put a tape recorder up her nose. To push play, she
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Post by Introvertigroo on Feb 10, 2015 3:43:39 GMT
made a farmer's hanky; however, to cover this up in polite society she would
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Post by Mare on Feb 10, 2015 3:46:50 GMT
pull her pants up to her armpits and sing...
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Post by sticksman1 on Feb 10, 2015 9:21:36 GMT
from her backside, only taking a break when...
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Post by lostjockey on Feb 10, 2015 10:34:09 GMT
the penguins fainted. My childhood in the orphanage was tough...
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Post by Mr Tein on Feb 10, 2015 12:12:47 GMT
and Bob the child minder didnt mean what you think. We never really adapted to
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Post by cicadashell on Feb 10, 2015 14:05:25 GMT
alaska, despite bringing the penguins with us from the antartic as a reminder. i was torn from my reverie, however, when i saw that the delivery cyclist had turned around and was headed toward me, screaming...
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Post by Mr Tein on Feb 10, 2015 14:54:41 GMT
Kiss her, Kiss her. I didnt, but I did quickly
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Post by lostjockey on Feb 10, 2015 15:25:44 GMT
deploy my bicycle crash net and thus avoid a calamity and, simultaneously, fell in love with..
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Post by sticksman1 on Feb 10, 2015 15:34:33 GMT
a large custard tart. I called it
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Post by Mr Tein on Feb 10, 2015 15:38:38 GMT
yellow and it promptly hit me in the face. It was a farcical situation
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Post by anothersatellite on Feb 10, 2015 15:56:44 GMT
that was rife with agitation. But resisting cogitation
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Post by Mare on Feb 11, 2015 10:50:03 GMT
...I forced myself to think of 80s hair bands and banged my
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