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Snippets II

Snippets II

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Then Mr. Parks addled
Up his arse and went
Writing Trudy woods.

                                    ---barbsdad
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"Bob holds great respect
And aberration for you."

"Quit crying.
Arsenal raisin
Atoll for you
To get upset."

"Thank you wary, wary mush."

"That gal, seashore's
Purty, ain't she."

"What can be the madder with it?
I fixture sink only yesterday."

"If you vaunt, veal go shopping
Vith you tomorrow early."

"Jo seemed tarred last night.
Looks like she's parked up
A bit since then, though."
 

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infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

17 years 9 months ago

LOL!

Very witty, my friend. Had to read back through the arsenal raisin one, as I didn't get it the first time... which made it all the more funny when I did get it. :~) ~Jess ---------------------------------------------------- "Maybe in your vision, you've seen how omniscient is slightly less than divine. Cut the telephone lines, and the story's the same." - Ripplin' Waters (Nitty Gritty Dirt Band)
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barbsdad2003

17 years 9 months ago

Thanx

Might help if you mutter through it aloud to a friend. The hearer'll get it immediately most any ol' time. Yours, Chuck
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Arrow

17 years 9 months ago

This has tickled me more than anything

I've read in a long time. I'm most fond of "seashore" pretty because I can imagine a type of woman who would be so. Tell me - Do you get "tarred" after you get "hammered"?
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 9 months ago

Hey now...

that's the way we talk down here.. lol loved your little play on words and language.. Richard
Rett

Rett

17 years 9 months ago

I loved this Chuck

It reminds me of a guy from Arkansas I used to work with. He always had a huge chaw of terbaccy in his cheek. He was telling me "We have thuh tarest radial tar in the stets." Took me 5 or 6 times to figure out what he was saying due to the terbaccy chaw. Rett: "Life is like a beach. Salty, gritty, somewhat fishy and at other times, downright crabby!" Rett 2008.