• Mercurial montage with pleasant hints of rose-tinged tallow-tips, too much to bear at times if one is predisposed towards intolerance. Such as I feel no regret for full basking in such a wallowing, and no bones to made about it.

  • Richardton T. Slump commented on the post, attracted 2 months ago

    Subduing we shallt be undifficult should we fail to be attracted properly. Commonsense spake thus, but ne’er was one to listen should it seem so. Aye, aye, the days are overold and I am left as dust now.

  • CHUMPS! The kind of chumps who tie an anchor to their car of all things! These are the chumps we must cleanse, cleanse, cleanse from our presence. No longer should such as these be permitted, for it is this tolerance that breeds failure. FAILURE TO NOT BE A CHUMP.

  • I’ll share with you all I know of vines. First of all, many people take umbrage with certain aspects of vine culture, namely purveyors of homo-erotic dog food and other such food genres. The reason for this is, as of yet, unclear to us, but we remain confident that with diligence such issues can be resolved.

  • Clumps of stuff in a tornado like that. Just clumps, flying round and gettin flung about. RIght, see there goes a cow dodging a potato patch mid-air, and over there is bein flung a reticulated model of a gigantic locust. Clumps and clumps.

  • I don’t scrimp, I’m just an uptown man walkin downtown in a new pair of boots. A lot of times I’ve said (and I really mean this) that I am truly knowable to people who make the effort. And swivel me in a chair if that ain’t the truth, hon’! I can be a bee or not if you want, but just make the effort!

  • Richardton T. Slump commented on the post, flat 4 months ago

    This heat is killing me, and I’m not even a flat-tongued harpy. Blasted sun. If I had a feather and a pan, I would walk downtown to the clock and teach the sunrise a thing or two. Maybe let him know just what I surmise. Yeah! That oughta be it.

  • Ooooooooooooooooooo these lips are veddy ancient. Not a kiss, not a kiss. The lips they may fall off, yes, yes, oh, yes. A crack and a crinkle and *whish*, fall away, veddy most unfortunate, yes, yes.

  • A sly and crisp salesman pounding on the door, in the rain-slick dreary mess. The woman, disheveled, answers, confused, listens and shortly closes the door.

  • Swell.

  • Eeeeeeee, I don’t know about that, Cholly. We have visitor, waiting downstair. Why you no say you want to go bang-bang earlier? Why you wait? Now this man he waiting want talk to us… Eeeeeeeeeee.

  • Gaspar LeChong, head chef of the Le Papillon Gros, is quite the cool cucumber. Last week a customer accosted him, accusing him of spiking the daily special with pepto bismol. Bernard stared him down, and, froth flecking from his lips, showed that man the DOOR.

  • I have to admit that responsibility is something I usually shirk. I don’t enjoy it, nor do I particular enjoy wearing a shirt. While it should be noted that I am otherwise a fine and kind gentleman, my lack of responsibility can for sure hurt. It is in this manner that I think we are all judged: in the absence of responsibility, can we succor our lives with yogurt?

  • Richardton T. Slump commented on the post, destroy 5 months ago

    The most I ever was destroyed came about by the damnedest bean burrito you ever lain eyes upon. The grease and bacteria of that foul wedge of filth wreaked such havoc upon my tenderloins that I have sworn off all such devourings of burrito-type foodstuffs, and henceforth declare my butt “Burrito-free”.

  • I was once told that great truth exists in the needle of a compass. Well, blast my arm hairs off if that ain’t the flap-diddliest bucket of lies to ever crease the folds of an old librarian’s lips. Took myself out into the great prairie yesterday morn’, carrying nothing but a compass and my trousers, and damn it all if I didn’t get home ’till half past 9.

  • Saw a bird there just standin up on top that tree there, big mass a feather’n such. Bird there all about SQUAWK then took off. Whole mess a bird that one. Said’s to my Charlene, That there bird ain’t bout nothin […]

  • HALP! I dont know computer

    how do i make got web doing? button like this?

    HALP

    i press button make internet but no internet
    is only bad

    plz

    plz halp internet

  • Before I thought about things in the context of the everyday. That was how I comprehended, how I understood. These days I like to try and think in the greater all around, the big surprise that’s just waiting […]

  • Friiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiied eggs, yassuh! Yassuh, fried eggs. Get’um while’um hot, yassuh. Yassuh, fried eggs. Eggs, li’l bit’um peppuh, strong bit a’ salt, seen here, fried’um up, yassuh. Good fried eggs right there, bimeby.

  • “Chiblets.”

    That was the only word the man done spoke, standin’ there in the sun like a dehydrated raccoon. I chewed on my cud a bit, let the word sink in a while. Raised the tip of my cap some, so’s to get a […]

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