When is a raisinet not a raisinet? Once it’s eaten.
She posed. He focused, exposed, developed, retouched. She became famous.
The last place you will ever look is the cemetery.
Meat combo pizza pockets combine accessibility with flavour. Insert jingle.
For sale: adult lowrider tricycle with sound system. Never ridden.
They thought, “Gay.” He wasn’t. She was. Lasted three days.
Sarah like Sam. Sam was taken. Sarah didn’t care. JERRY.
Sharp pincers zoom metal lace straight towards zippered drip places.
Her thumb clicked. It was broken, after all. From Nintendo.
The concept of the last word is a farce. See?
Sunday, May 10, 2009
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I love the last one. And the shap pincers one. but still don't get the cemetary one.
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