in a mayo jar, just like shewolf's mother in law?
How does Shewolf's mil fit in a mayonnaise jar?
Or - could it be a Mao Zedung jar?
Shewolf has a mil? Cool or hot? Couldn't she just get herself a mansion and be done with it then?
With a li'l left over for us? Just, like, a thousand each or something?
(I've been job-hunting most of the day and finding some interesting stuff, but there's nothing like fantasizing about actually having some $$ to make you feel po'.)
I'm so po, i cain't pay attention . . .
Money....mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....
"Money, the loot of aw ewoh."
... Kwan Fuchsias, cilca 500 B.C.E.
Seconded.
Dammit! You tricked me, evil cur!
This is greater than your stricture.
The Wabbit's got a structure ? ! ? ! ?
Who knew?
Will this require surgery?
Just a run-o-the mill roto-rootering. 'Twill not necessitate being sugary.
Well, that's a relief . . . i never was any good at the phoney smile and the saccharine comments . . .
Any connection, I wonder, between the telephone and the word "phony"? Certainly the damned thing does not facilitate candid discourse.
I never talk about candy, on the phone or in person . . . it's a guilty pleasure . . .
I was deprived of candy for some time, and only talked about it on the phone, and at exorbitant rates.
Well, of course, silly puppy, just about every exhortation is a rant . . .
You are an a-rant knave to call my Candy an ex-whore like that.
Hmm - does do not require roto-rootering - take that!
The telephone may dampen candour, but also candida.
How do you like them apples?
That damn pen wot penned candida was a dry one, but i like them apples juicy.
