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The Epitome of Nonsense
sorry, we really can't have pics or vids of people under 18 on the forum...
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Ha, just kids. I'm sure I can be more nonsensical than those little people. I have many years of experience and have developed an advanced sense of nonsense.
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Thou hast perfect thee art of nonsense? Surely you jest.
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Nonsense, nothing is perfect. |
kids, eh?
Do I hear a mod's footsteps? |
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They should allow you to lilnk, just not embed.
Check it out. |
if you moved Tis around, you would get it's, except you would need to add one of these '.
fascinating! |
apocryphal...
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'Tis tits? Couldn't find those, but did see Gore tits.
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Epitome is a pinnacle.
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pinnacle is a golf ball...pinochle is a game...
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dammit...
one more T and I woulda had it made... |
"A tisket a tasket....
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oh my...those Gore tits are quite the bountiful basketful....very nice. I also like the supplemental decorations.
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no... Al's tits are much bigger.
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I thought Shirley was a lady ?
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Whoever it was, they named an aqueduct after him/her.
Shirley Aqueduct carrying the Stratford upon Avon canal over the River Cole & road on bedge of Majors Green http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...eyaqueduct.jpg |
taken by a beach boy...
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When Mr Wilson had a bout of the flu and lost his voice in 1968, he resorted to shooting bridges, aqueducts and double-headed aliens for the Philadelphia Enquirer.
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you forgot the part about "you meddling kids..." |
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wash hands, rinse, repeat...
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at least it wasn't a poop-knuckle.
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But then you could give somebody both a knuckle and shit sandwich at the same time.
Frank Sinatra would be in heaven. I mean if he weren't. |
And wash it all down with some "punch"... for the Chairman!
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"judith, judith, judith..."
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Once upon a pleasant peasant (well, she had a lovely smile) & despite myself I loved her, although only for awhile.
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the story goes that you can carry it all the way to philadelphia...
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Today's top stories:
The candle saluted some expresso film throughout the land of compromise. Please take a letter flagged for immortal candy testimony. Sincere zombie plastic signs, caress cactus wristwatches. Film, at 11:00. |
Nothing about walruses? I know Frank liked walruses as much as Philadelphia.
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You know what they say, you walrus hurt the one you loaf.
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My Epiphone of Nonesense
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i am the egg man...
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I thought your father was the milkman?
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I think my dad was the Charles Chips guy... they stopped delivering to our house for some reason.
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...and up jumped the boogie.
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was he a bugler?
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Plan B involves unexpected company.
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I'm speechless again...but there is always a picture.
http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2..._complete2.gif http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...cs7/plan-b.jpg http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...Logo_Final.jpg |
Plan B won't work. Time to go straight for Plan Z
http://malerama.de/PSS-PlanZ.jpg |
and when Plan Z doesn't pan out....then we'll try Plan 9 From Outer Space
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There is always room for another plan...
http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...lan10title.gif http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...0CastSmall.gif |
and when you get tired of planning, there's always dessert...
http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/j...afork/flan.jpg |
Shhh! Do you hear that? It smells like Death!
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Beets taste like earth soil goodness.
I like 'em with mustard too, and the pretty in pink juices, I paint with. |
I think Bill Withers agrees with you there, ring. Did he not say, "Gimmee the beet boys and free my soul?"
Either that or he believed beets were poisonous and he was feeling suicidal. In ancient Greece the penalty for a man for adultery was to have his pubics shaved and a large, peeled radish inserted up his anus. Didn't I see that over on Wayside the other day? |
'Political Correctness is a doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical minority, and rabidly promoted by an unscrupulous mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd by the clean end.'
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testify brother!
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that's not nearly nonsensical enough for this thread...in fact, I dare say it actually makes good sense |
Is it nonsense if I like saying epi-tome?
(also eso-phag-us and fä-jī-ta) |
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How much sense could a nonsense sense if a sensimilla's scent sensed flense?
The bananas inherent nature to glisten prismatically, shall be met with a peanut butter union, soon. |
Holy Shit! Everybody look out! She's got alliteration, and she's not afraid to use it.
Everybody be cool, and don't make an assonance of yourself. |
Welax...I wield a warm welded winsome wit!
Welcome, willful wanking weirdos! Whoa... |
when your gecko is broken you have a reptile dysfunction...
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then he's an ignorant iguana...
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I once had an iguana named Col. Sanders. I believe he was cloned from Col. Harlan Sanders' finger-lickin-good finger encased in a display at KFC's headquarters here in Louisville.
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el pollo de los arboles. So, is it an iguana or a mole?
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Mmmmm anything with a mole sauce will do, even chicken. No iguana for me, thanks.
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The problem with mole sauce is digging up enough moles to puree to make it. Course you could make guacamole, in which case you'll only need to bury some avacados then dig them up later.
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When the sports reporter asked Earl Anthony what his technique was for bowling so well, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "that's how I roll."
A customer noted that the chef's yeasty buns were delicious. She asked what his secret was. He said, "that's how I roll." A fan noted that the actor played an excellent Hamlet. He asked him how he got into character. The actor answered, "that's how I role." |
Keep them canines rollin'....
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woof
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warp...
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I canna duue it, Cap'n. Tha toilets ha backked oop into tha Waerp drive an mad tha Doilithioom craestles al mankey. We tried shoovin ah weener in thar, but it dinna duue a wee bit o guud. By the wee, wood ya happen ta ha a wee bit o mustard oop thar on tha bridge?
Spock? No Mustard, Captain. Analysis... ..... Spock. It would appear that Lieutenant Scott is about to eat a Wiener without any Mustard. Bones! Damnit, Jim, I'm a Doctor not a Scriptwriter! |
'scuse me while i kiss dis guy...
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I can't excuse you,
I am not so qualified. Anyway, I saw him first! |
Nice Bridge . . .
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I got shoes
They're made of plywood. |
I'll ply your wood....
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Our love is like Walter...
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where's that confounded bridge?
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It's not a bridge; its a rummy.
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There are places in the Amazon where the tetras school so thickly that you could walk across their backs without getting your feet wet. Indeed, it could be a bridge made of rummies.
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The American shad we're catching here in OCMD are so prolific that they would just eat up all the tetras in the Amazon and then you won't have a fishy bridge to walk across.
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"kwai me a river..."
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Stand by for important news and information from the FBI.
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... a dangling Chad :paranoid: |
Not many fish in Chad, since it's mostly desert. Sahel of a place.
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Not too many fish in Jemery either.
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None is too many, if you ask me.
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Penguins, on the other hand, you can never have enough of.
/ So sensitive to my needs. |
"Penguins is practically chickens"
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that's the guy...that's the guy that should have taken a left turn at albuquerque!!!
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Oh Gee Oh Gosh I'm Chilly all the time.
/ Get some carrot soufflé with that. |
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