"Ripic I am gonna knock you on your keister."
"Where have you been. You haven't writtin me a poem in months."
"What so you are occupying Hester Street?"
"Don't make me come through the time machine and knock you out."
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Even the dog wishes he'd speak.
Wow!
MamaM thinkin' she steps in for DOGS.
NOT MY GIG!
Best of luck to my carnival mates.
MamaM thinkin' she steps in for DOGS.
She's good with concrete thinkers.
An alpha Dogvocate.
Has everyone purchased their holiday tree?
Mine has tit ornaments all over it.
All shapes, sizes, colors, ages.
Just tits.
Tits ornaments.
tits.
The star is a large twat that is mounting the top of the tree.
The star of this story is definitely a large twat. Clean shaven of credibility and hairy details. Reeking of wheatgrass.
Actually a star is a large twat...a pinwheel twat in heat...sparking.
There once was a goyishe kop named Troop
Who demanded from ricpic the poop
The whole truth the real skinny on Jewry,
To which ricpic replied
With his head held half-high
"I'm a MAN first not Jew" in a fury!
LOl Tis true. Radiant heat, release of energy and the hidden potential for fusion and exponential growth. This, according to the wiki, also fits: At the end of its lifetime, a star can also contain a proportion of degenerate matter.
I don't really have a tit christmas tree but I would like one.
tits.
Limricpics
Titus, your ability to pull threads and draw mind scenes with words rivals TY's ability to spin pictures from space and land them on the deck, the nose, or at the very least, the cross hairs.
There's a woman in MamaM's neighborhood who was written up in the paper several years ago for having her entire tree decorated with pig ornaments. Not hogs but close.
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