Sizing it up: Spacemen, especially ones that look like Billy Barty, have terrible taste in lechery, such that they attempt to remove shoes and stockings off of matronly, unwilling school-teachers instead of hunting up more serious prey. And they have no concept of size, because there’s no way that big brown craft could possibly fit inside of her.
Irish, 31, July 2006, 2:24 |
Snow White of the future.
Irish, 31, July 2006, 2:27 |
Japanese nose fetish? Hmmmm…. someone needs to introduce her to kleenex…
(Would that be like masterbation?)
Spud, 31, July 2006, 4:28 |
Amazing Stories!
Wendy goes Home…
kaity, 31, July 2006, 7:40 |
It’s interesting that christians would celebrate the “passion” by decorating their home with a piece by Thomas Kinkade, the antichrist of all things tasteful and artistic.
bhamm, 31, July 2006, 8:14 |
Even with Nanny McPhee trying to interfere, the munchkin space program is well under way.
The dwarves need Old Lady Jenkins’ pantyhose to fuel their new Robotic-Carrot creature.
Bigwavdave, 31, July 2006, 8:29 |
That little guy next to the ship is sportin’ some serious (for a little guy) wood, plus check out that grin on his face. Oh yea, he’s wantin’ it…
Martha was astounded. The flowers she had been picking for the supper table, the stockings she had removed while alone in the woods were now only ties these odd litte men held to her. Her shoes were likely lost! But these were surely the ones that had breathed ‘Adventure!’ and ‘Opportunity!’ in her dreams — how could she let any of that go, without knowing!?
And besides, back at the house Elmer never touched her anymore, since that muley cow’s calf had grown… Humming ‘Halfway up Virginia‘, Martha followed to see what she could see.
nickname4anne, 31, July 2006, 11:14 |
c’mon! you already took your hose off! well then give us back our flowers!
Driver, 31, July 2006, 12:47 |
Come on Earth lady the porta space bar is right here , have a few drinks and relax , then we’ll talk about the probing I mean examination , heh heh heh .
It’s universal knowledge , when a women’s on the hootch it’s easy’er to get to the cooch .
Brad K. Taht poem is a crack up .
Driver, 31, July 2006, 12:49 |
OOPS - Taht = That
MrDoug, 31, July 2006, 14:38 |
Well now we know why people complain about the anal probe when kidnapped by space aliens. That IS one huge but plug ouch!
Can we make our own captions for the Jesus statues?
On July 31, 2006, Driver furiously scribbled:
Come on Earth lady the porta space bar is right here , have a few drinks and relax , then we’ll talk about the probing I mean examination , heh heh heh .
It’s universal knowledge , when a women’s on the hootch it’s easy’er to get to the cooch .
Brad K. Taht poem is a crack up .
een: :lol:
POISON GIRL, 31, July 2006, 15:38 |
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ok I give up the nose fetish puzzles me .
she’s not having a very good parents day, if those are her kids.
Brain no work. Brain too congested to make witty comment.
Sizing it up: Spacemen, especially ones that look like Billy Barty, have terrible taste in lechery, such that they attempt to remove shoes and stockings off of matronly, unwilling school-teachers instead of hunting up more serious prey. And they have no concept of size, because there’s no way that big brown craft could possibly fit inside of her.
Snow White of the future.
Japanese nose fetish? Hmmmm…. someone needs to introduce her to kleenex… (Would that be like masterbation?)
Amazing Stories!
Wendy goes Home…
It’s interesting that christians would celebrate the “passion” by decorating their home with a piece by Thomas Kinkade, the antichrist of all things tasteful and artistic.
Even with Nanny McPhee trying to interfere, the munchkin space program is well under way.
The dwarves need Old Lady Jenkins’ pantyhose to fuel their new Robotic-Carrot creature.
That little guy next to the ship is sportin’ some serious (for a little guy) wood, plus check out that grin on his face. Oh yea, he’s wantin’ it…
Martha was astounded. The flowers she had been picking for the supper table, the stockings she had removed while alone in the woods were now only ties these odd litte men held to her. Her shoes were likely lost! But these were surely the ones that had breathed ‘Adventure!’ and ‘Opportunity!’ in her dreams — how could she let any of that go, without knowing!?
And besides, back at the house Elmer never touched her anymore, since that muley cow’s calf had grown… Humming ‘Halfway up Virginia‘, Martha followed to see what she could see.
c’mon! you already took your hose off! well then give us back our flowers!
Come on Earth lady the porta space bar is right here , have a few drinks and relax , then we’ll talk about the probing I mean examination , heh heh heh .
It’s universal knowledge , when a women’s on the hootch it’s easy’er to get to the cooch .
Brad K. Taht poem is a crack up .
OOPS - Taht = That
Well now we know why people complain about the anal probe when kidnapped by space aliens. That IS one huge but plug ouch!
Can we make our own captions for the Jesus statues?
Nothing about the Japanese surprise me anymore.
I may have nightmares tonight!!
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