I got the idea from Sandy
A porcupine lives
In a meadow that is green
With a gentle heart
Her gentle heart born
From the abundant bosom
Of the fertile field
Week old burrito
I need to throw you out now
I don't want to barf.
Big ugly spider
You must die a heinous death
Splat! Now you are gone.
Where did my cash go?
I had plenty yesterday,
Now it's effing gone.
This thread should be fun.
Where the hell is everyone?
You all make Jill sad.
uncomfortably
individualistic
abomination
scratched, screeched, scrounged, squelched, straights
crunched and strengths, have only one each
iouea, four.
Quote from: CandiceSkirvin on June 06, 2014, 07:48:42 PM
I don't understand
the customs of your people,
but I do love you.
First, stand on one foot.
After that, you have to hop.
It's customary
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Quote from: CandiceSkirvin on June 06, 2014, 09:23:58 PM
If I were to hop
my breasts would likely kill me.
No bra strong enough.
oh? hmm... okay.....
pat head while rubbing tummy?
this is a custom...
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