The fluttering sensation inside bothered the one thinking he knew; once the hypnosis kicked in all was well.

Stinkman... that incredibly emphatic.

Welcome to the state of nonsense.

when are you gonna dial in your damn phone thread again Charlie?

fuck sakes............

Dude... I just updated it a couple days ago...

Oooh, laddie, you'd best get a longer kilt.

if is naught Scottish is crrrrap...........

Scotch-Irish as well, I'm inferrin', just because I have a bit.:) :thumbsup:

So this is why you can wear a shorter kilt?

um...yes.:lol: :lol: :bowdown: :lol:

There is something wrong...

This place needs some cleaning:

http://www.kej.pl/obrazy/serwis_obra..._kanka_min.jpg

better than one of those those big red bags that hang on the back of bathroom doors...

Phil... you're right. This thread needs some serious cleansing...

wow...like a super - bidet...

Enigmatic...

What is the State of Nonsense's bird, song.. license plate...?

off to rummage for lunacy-toons.

" SEAT SAVED!"

here's a license plate that will keep the tin-foil hats glowing:


http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v1...l/JFKplate.jpg

Joe, Fly and Phil... just hanging out at Moe's.
http://www.loc.gov/exhibits/bobhope/images/vcvg20.jpg

miss nonsense?


http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v1...ewidewoman.jpg

Ahh, not to worry Charlie. There's always room at Moe's for you......


http://img.photobucket.com/albums/08...g?t=1203600696

Our Anthem....

Goddam it... how did I become Shemp? Well... at least I'm not Zeppo.

better yet...

Could be worse, you could be Curly Joe

http://www.stoogeworld.com/_Biographies/Deritaport.jpg

Dancing the fandango tango whilst peeling mangoes..

in the middle of the persimmon patch...

Dang.. that sounds like a name Gene Simmons woulda
named his progeny...

Persimmon!

I AM THE GOD OF HELLFIRE...AND I BRING YOU...


http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v1.../persimmon.jpg


PERSIMMONS!!!

Just watch out for the rind... it will dry your mouth out faster than a desert sandstorm.

is that joe,fly and phil..........left to right?

......or right to left?


still not sure which one i'm 'spossed to be.......:thumbsup:




nicely done phil............gotta like a bit of heat eh?


:eek:

Fly...

from left to right... Phil, Fly and Joe.

bastards...

not me! I didn't start this one.....



ya knucklehead...

i can deal with that.......i guess....:orly:





right beside you on this one buddy......



bastards...





is that your tail between your legs joe?.........



nuetered?




:D:D:D:D:D

Come on down to Arthur Brown's crazy world of Produce!
It's not just a great spontaneous apple creation, but persimmons, guavas, bing and bod cherries, and yes! We have bananas today - red, white, and blue, direct from the famed banana groves of Calais.

Well, I was gong to say the State Bird of the State of Nonsense should be the Penguin, specifically the Jackass Penguin in Honor of Fly or Joe depending on who posted most recently, but then, that would make sense, so instead, I give you...
http://atangledweb.typepad.com/weblo...ead_parrot.jpg
The Norwegian Blue (Resting)

For the State Song, again, I was thinking "Several Species of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together In A Cave and Grooving With a Pict", but again, that would stand to reason, and since we stand against reason,l it would not be a reasonable choice.

Therefore I suggest we narrow it down to "With a Little Bit of Luck" from My Fair Lady, or "Yes, We Have no Bananas" from whatever recess of my noggin it oozed.

/This is a quadruple post, which will be merged.

"Smile like a princess but bite like a snake -
Got ice in her veins and a heart that don't ache.
She a nut-cutting bitch and that's no lie,
Hack 'em both off with a gleam in her eye..."

(thanks, carl h...)

Watch out. Sounds like this one.

"...Imagine my surprise when I discovered this parrot was only sitting on its perch because it had been nailed there!"
"No, it's still resting."
..."This parrot should be pushing up daisies..."
&

It's not pinin'. It's passed on. It has ceased to be. Bereft of life, it rests in piece. It's a stiff. It's snuffed it. It's shuffled off this mortal coil, run up the curtain, and joined the bleedin' choir invisibule. This is an ex-parrot.

It's eight o' clock and time for the penguin on top of your television set to explode.

wow Top.......


nicely done man......



*wishes he had an exploding penguin*

/me wanders out of the room shaking his head...