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Author: * Erika Burgundian -
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Date: Mar 25, 2003 - 01:02
The blind poet was merrily listening with excitement. He finangled fixedly.
Standing, while wearing polka-dotted pantaloons without braces, he hoped his buttons would remain affixed. Amazed, he felt giddy ganglings transfixing gazes agape. Upon the brittle bonnet he found a few rusty feathers which clung to a chicken.
After a drink of vino, he discretely slipped someone a potent pill containing Viagra. This dastardly attempt failed because the hairy Sasquatch didn't know and his schpilkiss was attached at his elbow.
Nevertheless, Royal Hotepsekhemwy Ostrogoth
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