December 31, 2009

be sure to say

be sure to say in the no years heave:

1. hhhhhhhhapppppehnewyeahr

2. uuuuuuunconstitutional

3. "track teeeeeeam"!

4. aww shit forgot the fourth thing crap hey can you remind meee

sno

sno cone face just melted

(watermelon girl was a rock star: or so i have read)

strait aze

strait aze gives you bad breath. no years: dan be mean nor lize

December 30, 2009

coconut! coconut.

lolololol

take a spraycation to the cat nap charger. when time goes by it's deeeee-lish. gender punch soup is on the menu, i'll punch you in the gender soup and make you out the window

finish that thought
cuorderoy panda. soft soft

sometimes my teacher her shirt is too tight

whoo-wheee

marcellus



my main man, marcellus

foundapin

i foundapin

made it n middle school? it sed "Bad Art is Still Art"

a reel snotty girl sed, "I don't agree with that."


n i sed

...........





found it!

how cum

yum, cum



umm


instead of merry christm ass or hhhhhappehnooyere or goodnight or thankyouuu

hat whee hrilly meanzto say ishusually

iluvyouuuuuu?

me mar ma meebs

clang. mimarmameebs. clang.

clang.

tuff but purdy

chattering teeth night mare clothes

you do what you can, clang.

caveman

scarey plan

up the hill in a big old van


aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh

ahyuck hyuck hyuck

teeeeckletickletickletickletickletickle

ahhawhawhawhaw

tickletickle!

ahyuck

put it in the pool

chigger red bugs live on my leg. they eat the leftovers

slamtimes i get so MAD

but bit by bit we get along

slip slap

retract that clatter job. mustard mind.

no patience fart. nun nun.

topkick

hour dearest

seek seek seek seek sneaka

lick trick

mar flavorite team

December 27, 2009

booyah sanwich

merry christmas and a hhhhhaaapppehnewyear. is what i say when i walk on in. should be a couple a weeks. o n i brought you a sanwich, ur favorite kine

droopy eyes



haff haff it? eeerh

chew chew chewey cow; to urf sad smokejoke! hi could never do it to one a my little friends

they burn

leg foo young

fairly well hung. doing what he can with his sister's half-lung. hand me that glass, be a good chap, and write a novel?

fart face... i have my reservations about this.

oh smack smack tap tap pat pat slap. handshake. grandshake. lip smack. chap.

slobber me timbers, chlor'!

dot do do do den door

aaaaangry?

angry angry? spin around yelling "angry angry angry..." ore hop hop around growling "angry angry" or um lick people

"angry" "shlurp"

or tak out yon renderpen: etch: "a-n-gry"?

oh slap someone

"angry!"

ow.

muse oo alley, my clurl up in this bed an sniffle "snif snif snif boo hoo hoo... angry." hut what?

tellmee?

ssseeeeeeeeeck

brun brun brummmbrumbrumbrumbrumbrum i a truck

yyyyyyawww

yeah yaw

wart warble urn down their horse out diss rate. chum mean it. portrant of brad fortune. nuggludluck. an cluck ill head.

huggle snuggle wuggle them gorls, but they dont like me mooch

no none orf dum daw

worse and worse. tease days.

is it poison?

hey hey when you drink tea is it sometimes poison

flunk!

shore

hits bad four your eyes in a big old way: lick-a-duck booth and more. rude rude howard joints oilfish food fouling hit up

on rolla skates

but me i prefer brine to freshwatta

or at least the woods

at least!

road hog road hog

whoooooah

"be very careful"

i taped it to the wall

how embarassing, france pants

sick salt foot

who knew prices were so expensive? at this rate you will get indigestion

oh if these were the old days i might hitch up my bike and fled south with the geese. canadian geese looked like sword flock on the horizon.

hope everybody's still arlive

December 26, 2009

my licks are acid

sllllurp there goes your sock better get a new pair

trump wailing about manual labor, "boozing it up". better go to the maul.

oh, he went down to the oakdale maw. got some bullshit stuck in his jaw. he had to go to the dentist. they gave him antibiotics and everything.

pow! pow! my fists

quick draw!

publish your parade out the butt. you were so loud i could hear it through the walls! woke me up

little cat looking at me with ferocious darn eyes

she pounced on my foot!

yum

it gets dark

too damn quick and all the foods are sugar

December 25, 2009

not any cat

but yam. hangin muy head.

aww.

aww man!

my pen got no ink neither; sudsdepressing

duchess on smackdown

rug ross

on his tap toes

chili phalandering old fools. weave head about enough of it. tried everything to get the fat off her thighs didn't she-- tomorrow you've got to tell her: you've got to be practical!

little bundles of depression-era string, that right? jugchuckling until you buuuurp about it. nerd!

scooters, vacation, fall

crunchy like a cereal

how many times have i said it: WON'T cooperate

monkz


binglebang binglebang binglebang romp bungle it round the clock

flex and mingle your fingerin lick

atsa fingerbang brock

orful

courtesy nod!

chalk it!

December 24, 2009

blah blah blah

"mee mare ma meeeeeds," and so on. uppity nose in the air. chuggling puppies. today i saw a very young baby and she looked so uncomfortable.

nnn damn! i'm cold

hwen i see those folks write i hope for the best. yup but here i am. above cabbage and corn fields and burned barns dime a dozen. harharthritis.

pimple faced laughed a squeak or more at me when i nearly put my foot through a hole! thought she knew. hore maybe she was staking out her territory. with ooze. we haughta be best friends instead.

blah blah blah. guy used to love it. when it got chilly my good old joints began to be stiff as frozen or cooked mud.

if i knew a bible quote: i'll be a saint soon at this rate, with a miracle tale

crand bannotherthing

fuck christmas!

everyones so mean

murray crudmunch

i have had about enough i tell you and i am so sick of it, so quite totally sick of that

hundywunt tuckit undymund

mmm mmn mmmmnnn mnm

because that's what i said

but we put up with it anyway don't we. shore would send you the link o these fools (best blue line i saw all day, n fuzzy folks, except for the road) yap yapping all down there, my nose was full of snot turned black the next morning. but handyway it's too early in the morning isn't it. you'd throw up yore breakfast.

yore angore cures?

nude patients

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