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Post by moonglum on Dec 22, 2007 21:11:49 GMT -6
sops
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Post by Mini Mia on Dec 22, 2007 21:12:47 GMT -6
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ubernut
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Post by ubernut on Dec 22, 2007 21:13:09 GMT -6
-.- saps, then
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Post by moonglum on Dec 22, 2007 21:21:28 GMT -6
'The drunk in aisle 3 slowly surveyed the scene. He didn't know a sop, from a fop, from a prop. How could he? He was born in aisle 8, raised in Cereals and then bounced on, throughout his life from one produce to another. Now, however, was a different story. They were messing with Babyfoods, and that was a no-no.
Someone RAPS him n the shoulder. That'll do.
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Post by ubernut on Dec 22, 2007 22:21:16 GMT -6
heehee
Let's see if I can do your story justice
Just as he's turning to give the rapper his attention, someone RAMS him back, breaking more jars of babyfood as the two careen across the aisle on a slide of pureed peaches
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Post by Phalon on Dec 22, 2007 23:23:39 GMT -6
A slide of pureed peaches!!!! Fun, fun! I'll build the ramp, you bring the sled.
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Post by Siren on Dec 23, 2007 0:26:31 GMT -6
The pureed peaches turn to squash as he lands on his RUMP.
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ubernut
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Post by ubernut on Dec 23, 2007 0:29:33 GMT -6
This is turning into quite the slimy vegetable ROMP...
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ubernut
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Post by ubernut on Dec 23, 2007 0:30:19 GMT -6
(...except peaches are fruit...)
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Post by moonglum on Dec 23, 2007 5:13:11 GMT -6
Ah well, 'when in Rome', he thought.
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Post by Phalon on Dec 23, 2007 7:52:05 GMT -6
Rome, rome on the range,
Where the rears and the anti-gropes play.....
No, that's not right, is it?
home
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Post by ubernut on Dec 23, 2007 8:34:27 GMT -6
...wait, if they're anti-grope, what do they play? and why bother playing it with rears?
hope
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Post by fallenangel on Dec 24, 2007 10:02:36 GMT -6
rope
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Post by moonglum on Dec 24, 2007 10:42:18 GMT -6
lope
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Post by Phalon on Dec 24, 2007 12:30:25 GMT -6
It's a game of chance and hope. Booty is in the eye of the rear-holder.
Or something like that.
Anyway, what's there to lose?
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Dec 26, 2007 18:40:39 GMT -6
rose
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Post by moonglum on Dec 26, 2007 18:45:23 GMT -6
role
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Post by fallenangel on Dec 26, 2007 19:12:36 GMT -6
pole
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Post by moonglum on Dec 26, 2007 19:24:28 GMT -6
Am writing at the moment and the sword owns my sole.
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Post by Phalon on Dec 27, 2007 7:16:19 GMT -6
That would make you a foot-soldier then, and if you sold your sole, a shoe salesman.
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Post by moonglum on Dec 27, 2007 14:12:22 GMT -6
BOLL. I'll hold on to that thought.
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Post by Siren on Dec 27, 2007 19:19:37 GMT -6
bold
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Post by Phalon on Dec 28, 2007 0:17:14 GMT -6
told
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Post by katina2nd on Dec 28, 2007 5:47:23 GMT -6
Fold.
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Post by moonglum on Dec 28, 2007 6:04:04 GMT -6
ford
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Post by Phalon on Dec 28, 2007 8:15:45 GMT -6
cord
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Dec 28, 2007 12:12:38 GMT -6
cold
BRRRRR
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Post by fallenangel on Dec 28, 2007 17:14:03 GMT -6
colt
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Post by Siren on Dec 28, 2007 20:36:45 GMT -6
bolt
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Dec 29, 2007 16:04:33 GMT -6
molt
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