Do geese see God?
Ah, Satan sees Natasha.
Oh, it’s always about the profit.
And it’s Boris that sees Natasha.
If I know anything, it is that this will not be the last post in this thread.
Now prove me wrong!
I always say that nothing beats an object lesson.
Is there anybody out there?
:: raises hand tentatively ::
I’ve got a little black book with me poems in,
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb
When I’m a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone
How can you eat your pudding if you don’t eat your meat?
. . . . .
Wanna take a bath? Hello! Are you feeling OK?
All you need to do is follow the worms…
The worms will convene outside Brixton Bus Station
I must warn you all that there is a monster at the end of this thread. For your own safety you should stop reading now. Turn off your phone or computer and have some delicious cookies.
(Picture of Grover putting up fence.)
I AM the monster at the end of this thread.
Boo!
Senator, I’ve worked with monsters. And you are no monster. So have a delicious cookie and go to sleep.
Sorry, but I must post. It’s in my nature to get the last word.
Senator, I have in my possession a list of twenty Teeming Millions who are card-carrying members of the Communist Party and whose names are as follows:
(List of next twenty posters):
^^^You so funny:)
::Yawn:: G’night Johnboy!
Say goodnight Gracie.
Senator, there are 18 more. I have offered you delicious cookies. If you don’t stop interrupting, I’ll tell Cecil. Don’t make me come up there.
Sir, I want none of your stinkin’ cookies. They mess with my browser. And, you know, nefarious types would use them to spy on me. Damn Commie-red cookies.
I’ll take 'em