You foment graciously, as ever any dying monster did rot.

Madame, your implement is admonishing me!

(But I kinda like it)



wendybeth: Stay away from me.

"You have no socially redeeming value."

Lovely

Your Hands do the work of 10,000 highly trained lesbian jumping beans.


You are the Ayatollah of Confusion on the night of Divalí.


Your presence reminds one of a blind jackal, eternally dependent upon misguided archbishops to provide instruction in bowling.


And, this one says it all......
You have not yet reached the height of your depravity.

Hey - wait a minute, I used to get Spam like this - if we dug up the poetry of Span thread I think we might find some matches. This must be the outcome when spam generators are used for good instead of evil.

Lucky!

Bleed me! My memory is fried with your pork!


In your absence I find other forms of amusement.


Luminescence breeds in your finest moments of desperation.


If seen on a disintegrating smokestack, your eyelashes would certainly compell even a wayward band of masticating cod into a feverish frenzy.

Ah, my dear, swanky surrealists ...
 

Mwah!
-3894 de Montparnasse

pics or it didnt happen

:D