never come clean in the first wash. make him pretreat you!

dootdoot dooot ooooot! oooot! spooooo!

it's shining on your ass.

now the sun is shining

now the sun is shining

i would sing a song // about this thing i saw // but i forgot the thing // so i forgot the song

if you refer to the past, make sure to *see below*

if you refer to the future, make sure you are *see above*

what was it that you wanted? a pony?

greet yourself daily with a case of carbonated communism.

damned canned ham spanned "crammed stan"'s fans.

more than 20 percent of liars have hair.

bloodiest alligator wins!

you lead to unsafe legal practiceses.

the recipe for disaster is carefully guarded by your recipe for corned beef hash (now with more hash!!).

if there is a canon, conduct yourself canonically. if there is a cannon, bom!

citrus are fast, citrusers are fasters. i mean fasteners. make fast!

leave a message after the beep(s), but all he'll hear is "phone! phone! phone! phone! phone! phone! phone! phone!"

the booty don't stop except in case of fire or flood, or perhaps extreme fatigue or infirmity, also for the neverending battle against the neocon cordwood syndicate[d gramaphone society -ed.]

take a spoon, dip it in molten cheese, and presto, you've got a cheesespoon!

mail-order mouse-men may munch morning mangoes more mannishly. must man-mice mix muffins more mousily?

ramshackle cannibal-houses three days hence lead to tomorrow's loomaches. causality is crap anyway.

if you need a drink, the password is f3r4qx7nn3pi8you4are9a12copper734blanket1920.

nothing good ever follows "can you grab that windex and the hatchet there?"

be unaware of anti-dog.

i forgot. i was going to do xxxxx but i stayed up until 4am making sock hippo pants.

plz corrx, thx.

modern flight simulators have little utility in picnic planning. however, you can smell the difference if you have a very sensitive set of nose-holes.

in quadrature now, folks.
          in quadrature now, folks.

it may be that the pot called the kettle black, but the pot doesn't know it has cancer.

stovesmithery leave somethin' to be desired, so find yeself a wench!