Do not be afraid to admit your latent desires to the Basket. We enjoy hugs, but be forewarned, the SkinBasket has a pointy pelvis.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harlan Huckleby
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Do not be afraid to admit your latent desires to the Basket. We enjoy hugs, but be forewarned, the SkinBasket has a pointy pelvis.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harlan Huckleby
I'm having "stuff management" issues.
I like to hide in the background and search for Brett Michaels.
who he? this is mind bottling.
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s...sy90/llama.gif
The SkinBasket mounts his trusty stead to help our friend nutz find Mr. Michaels. We only hope we have enough RAM to chase him through the tight bandwidth places.
If the SkinBasket takes your stuff, will your management issues subside? We dutifully stand ready to lessen your mortal burden if your stuff is expensive, tasty, or otherwise produces hallucinations.Quote:
Originally Posted by MJZiggy
Ziggy's stuff is ripe! time to free her mind, from her tomato complex.
Ziggy's having a yard sale...and mentioning at the local swimming hole that I have fresh, organic tomatoes has netted me a number of new friends...
What the heck are orgasmic tomatoes?
lolQuote:
Originally Posted by Joemailman
joemailman-->:five: <--Bretsky
Twins separated at birth.
Well watch your peaches, they come for the tomatoes and then your peaches.Quote:
Originally Posted by MJZiggy
Every day. Every goddamn day.
The SkinBasket feels like that retarded bastard in that movie Momento.
The SkinBasket prepares to punch ourselves in the genitals so hard we knock all the cooties out. Then, maybe, we can stop moving so goddamn slow. Look out world, here comes a shower of cooties.
What are cooties? I know the term and I know it's bad, but I don't know what it really is.
Lice. Best removed with turpentine.Quote:
Originally Posted by HarveyWallbangers
cooties are supposedly what girls have. Steer clear of them. You don't want cooties. I think there is a game called cootie for children, right?
The game
http://www.boardgamesexpress.com/images/cootie.jpg
The real thing
http://www.entomology.ucr.edu/ebelin...res/fig294.jpg
Really big lice
http://op-for.com/starship%20troopers.jpg
He died. He died and they ate him. Now all that's left is a claw.
We can feel the neuronic flashes, little explosions down our arms and back. They might mean we're dying. They might mean we're still alive. We don't know which is worse.
The Skinbasket doubts his own sanity a little. Just enough to make convenient excuses.
For a second there I thought you were talking about Jesus and Catholics, here.Quote:
Originally Posted by SkinBasket
We drank his blood too, just for good measure.