When I take a walk downtown, I usually do not buy cheesesticks, but I should make a mental note to do so. The barbecue sauce always tastes better when the bantamweight division wins in a no-holds-barred rock-paper-scissors match. Would you not agree?
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For the unadvised solicitor, I would assume professional help from a fishmonger is forthcoming. Its terribly therapeutic, and not only does it provide you with all the necessary doses of Omega-3 oil, its also cheap, and the competitors fish do not have it! Book now and book early to avoid disappointment!
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Can a bit of skin wrapped over bone ever replace a human being? It would be possible if the Terminator was to be taken seriously. They walk amongst us, BEWARE puny human!
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Should I change the colour of my computer screen? Or should it stay as cranky as it is? Would a hand crank be of use in averting bouts and fits of clandestine-like, chivalrous operations. Hopefully, for your sake, at the very least.
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School busses are painted yellow for a reason. To warn yaks of their impending doom. Let me explain. Its all in the baboons butt. (Refer to past weblog for explanation)
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And what about cow-bells? Or even tinkerbell??!!! Does she EVER get respite from Peter Pan, the spoilt brat of a fairy? HMMMMM???!!!!!
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Why do we drown ourselves in vats of acid coffee, and then blame it all on the humble, hardworking tapir. (I love tapirs, although they bite viciously, vile humans!) Should we really let it go to the dogs, and see how well they govern? Heres my vote for circumventing horses from attacking cats!
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Maestros at chef school learn how to cook. So what about cordon bleu chefs? Do they eat raw fish, or raw shrimp cocktails? What is a catfish doing in my garden?
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I like eating curry. And I know you do too, no matter how much you deny it.
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Can a drunk be a teetotaller? And can a gunny sack be used to transport arms? Yes to both, I would say!! What say you then, dear Sir and/or Madam?
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