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Your nose hairs scare me.

Sir, what exquisite breasts you have! The glow of your teeth exudes the courage of raw liver. I would gladly eat chamberpots of your sickled beans and thalassemic rice. Hermaphrodites around the galaxy desire that you turn your rock and crochet bowl to its loudest setting. Your unexpected explosion entangles us in a web of premature umbrellas and precocious timepieces. You are truly a wristwatch in a world of lumps.

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4 Kommentare

  1. hihi: “You look like someone who has lunched poorly and who has no expectations for dinner.”

    1# - martha dear - 14. Juni 2008 @ 20:16 Uhr Reply to this comment

  2. ^^

    2# - mickey - 14. Juni 2008 @ 20:18 Uhr Reply to this comment

  3. You are as orange as a congeleen afro curled around the bony edges of a silver spoon expressing its innermost desires for a lime-based detergent.

    3# - René - 14. Juni 2008 @ 20:25 Uhr Reply to this comment

  4. Woe is me, for I must forever more huddle, unminded, in the dark shadow of thine undeserved engine of procreation.

    4# - Micha - 14. Juni 2008 @ 20:55 Uhr Reply to this comment

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