heres a code for you
selohssauoykcuf
betya cant figure it ou! !
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[Hijack] My boil has much improved over the last couple of days [/Hijack]
Two tins of tomato puree and half a teaspoon of dried sage, but you could substitute almost anything if you don’t have those.
I havn’t been so disgusted in my life (except when reading a lieu thread).
You BASTARD, how can you condone the use of human mystics in your recipes. Do you know how many innocent wise men must be slaughtered to produce even half a teaspoon of dried sage. Have you no consideration for the moral advancement of society!
I understand that Sages being mostly celibate do not in themselves contribute to the gene pool, but without them who is going to come up with the answers to the important questions that keep us all up at night worrying?
Mangetout I strongly suggest that you reconsider your recipe, as it is - to coin a phrase * A recipe for disaster !* such thoughtless endangerment to the thinking wise men of the world is truly disgusting.
Yours, Bippy
They’re a HELL of a lot bigger than kiwi fruits!!!
Yea, verily…
Bow to me, because I am…
The KILLER OF THREADS!
No I don’t think so, that would be particlewill
Britney, Kylie, Jordan, others too; none of them ever wrote back - I mean, how much trouble can it be to simply pop a pair of knickers in the mail?
Oh yah? Well, lets just see what my sock puppets have to say about that!
NIGHT FALLS. the beast creeps in. Fingers of shadow a sinister grin
his darkened fright calls evil and pleasures of sin to come join
in the game that makes blood freeze hate boil pain to see its
name stick fast in the throat bleed color cut black scarlet feast
to taste power in the flesh this red beast black-thorned flower
dies to make haste in the night you proceed
to feel sorrow as the light pours in from his faraway dream
a cry muffled as the answer rolls by on a stray drop of blood
and falls motionless as though from the tip of your tongue
and life breathed first from the lung of a savior once lost
to the world gone dark and sacrificed the last time overwhelmed
by the senses bright light shine the shadow away as day breaks
with a flash the beast brought to his knees can survive but one
moment up until his last.
Buggery makes baby Jesus cry, but as his sphincter relaxes he’ll start to enjoy it.
Bippy, goes straight to Hell, do not pass go, do not collect $200.
I believe now is the time I traditionally show up and call every a fucktard.
Fucktards.
I can’t put my finger on it, but if I had to say, I’d say it tasted like chicken.
By the way, Mermaid, I still think you have beautiful eyes!
Mermaid, may I have your children?
No, I don’t mean give birth, I mean the ones you already have.
Ask me about my Guatemalan Hookers.
My pee-pee hurts.
Excuse me, I have no more time to waste in this thread. I have to smoke some crack, jump into my SUV batman-style, and go drive fast, tailgate and mow down some pedestrians.
You can buy it on the corner of Mason and Platonic, look for the guy with the green hat, hand him $200 and say Bippy sent you.
Ask the Guy Who Just Crapped His Pants