Lucky, punk, do you feel?
-Dirty Yoda
At tone, a message you leave. Hmmmm?
About this, have a bad feeling I do.
Let go I will never.
Go on, my heart will.
Know, the world will.
Own the world, Pulizter may, but own us he will not.
Saying coconuts migrate, are you?
Only a flesh wound it is.
Go, before a second time I taunt you.
A hamster your mother was, and smells of elderberries does your father.
Cat food, my cat’s breath smells like.
Something I know, you do not. Not lefthanded am I.
Inigo Montoya my name is. My father you killed. To die prepare. (That would have really annoyed the count )
A cap shall bust I in Bi-atch-ass yours.
-Yoda Homie
Fagjunk Theology: Not just for sodomite propagandists anymore.
Joining in the game Jpeg Jones is not.
Is there a technical term for these figures of speech, in which words are transposed from their normal syntactical placement?
Found a site with a Jar-Jar izer, I did once.
Say Hi to Opal, I do.
Living in a material world, we are. And a material girl, I am.
. . . or material muppet, as the case may be.
Paper jam, why does it say, when paper jam, there is not?
Watched C beams glitter in the darkness near the Tannhauser Gate, I have…
Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments.
With my head, Must you people fuck?
My post the hamsters did eat.
Edit my posts on this board, I cannot.
Three words ending in -gry, can you name?
Cross-polinating threads, Lobsang is.
Let us go then, you and I …
Whose woods are these I think I know …
Of thee I sing …
Echo, a duck’s quack does.
Now, our winter of discontent it is, made glorious summer by this son of Darth.
Will you think any less of me if I admitted that, historically, I often like to trot this one out while I’m in my cups?
(The blocking really helps with that one…) 