They popped out, all of them. So I put them on a dish and am now contemplating them. I have been contemplating them for several hours. It is interesting, especially since I can't see them.
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Yeah your eyes were always real ugly you freak-o-tard. I'm glad you're blind. Stay that way. Don't go to a surgeon to have them put back in. Get a seeing eye sloth to help you.
MM these are not your eyes, I am sure. I am without a nose for real so I should know the behavior of one who is lacking an important facial feature. Better to lose one's lips was always my line of thinking.
All the hair on my head has migrated, according to the common practice, to my back. I am ok and still get busy with the younger babes. I am sick in the sack. (read:good)
Tonight I am thinking of porpoises and I am not sure why. I don't really know much about them. Stan, you sound lovely in your lack of smelling functionality. If I didn't know you had already ransacked a teenager, I might be seriously wanting to play palm action with you. It is not a sexual action, as you may already know. Please beware of the falling asphalt today. It is dangerous for the head shape.
Spell out the letters of rationality on the lines of proportional requisite spacing away from each other. The shirts do not fit, the girls get carried like babies and the boys pee on their toes.
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15 comments:
Yeah your eyes were always real ugly you freak-o-tard. I'm glad you're blind. Stay that way. Don't go to a surgeon to have them put back in. Get a seeing eye sloth to help you.
Hey, why are you so angry trash talker? Sounds like you are Lion King in disguise. I am calling the po po on you for this behavior.
MM these are not your eyes, I am sure. I am without a nose for real so I should know the behavior of one who is lacking an important facial feature. Better to lose one's lips was always my line of thinking.
I am rubbing myself against the hallway wall. My neighbors are passing and I care very little, I want to rub, I seek pleasure, whatever the cost.
Stan, I never knew you were noseless. If anything, I would have thought you had no hair.
All the hair on my head has migrated, according to the common practice, to my back. I am ok and still get busy with the younger babes. I am sick in the sack. (read:good)
Tonight I am thinking of porpoises and I am not sure why. I don't really know much about them. Stan, you sound lovely in your lack of smelling functionality. If I didn't know you had already ransacked a teenager, I might be seriously wanting to play palm action with you. It is not a sexual action, as you may already know. Please beware of the falling asphalt today. It is dangerous for the head shape.
I know, it turns head shape into plate shape.
My head is shaped like a soap dish. Sometimes it looks like a football.
I am growing like horse hair into a very special being.
Shut up Urchin, Urchins are terrifying animals from the hellfire below the earth, not to be confused with below the concrete slabs.
Spell out the letters of rationality on the lines of proportional requisite spacing away from each other. The shirts do not fit, the girls get carried like babies and the boys pee on their toes.
That sounds like a sad albeit sassy world view. What is Hot Cha? Is it edible?
I'd like to buy these eyes for $678.09.
May I?
Yes Ben, thank you for your patronage.
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