lets play a game

“doesn't have as much work as me to get done in the next hour.”

“jumps from leg to leg impatiently while trying to hold his weasel wielding rooster roaster in a moment of weakness after an all-night poof-fest in the middle of the cold dark lake of the sometimes feeble arsenic mining bowling-ball weilding Simone who now stands slack-jawed in awe of the day-glo orange hookah-smoking marshmallow easter peep who looks like a peanut-butter and jelly colored groovy beatnik chick on half-baked powder sugar laced parsley who has just arrived from a tropical ugli fruit flavored white russian volcanic island in the middle of the frightfully huge hurricane Ivan, which, although not well though-of in the land of Oz©, caused a case of bread and butter pickle-flavored yamulkes made of Tyvek© to fly out over and onto the goose-pimply bald heads of the poor hand-plucked puny paisley parrots who were trying to drink their artificial raspberry ice tea flavored iguana and turkey juice out of a flattened cowpie shaped Mt. St. Helen's glass sippy straw in the middle of the lime green Jello©-colored Circ de Soleil© circus rings which were slightly malicious and deformed due to a freaky Liz Taylor's colored purple eyed Oompa Loompa midget singing a half-step off-key to creepy Liza Minelli broadway tunes with a foam-rubber baby fork stuck in the back of his somewhat bloody tundra blueberry bushes, thus causing a Grey Goose© vodka-drinking fast-talking rodeo clown to grab a good stiff, well-oiled and shiny polished tricycle handle and ride like a bi-polar homicidal maniac down the East coast marshes of the Florida Keys with a royal blue duct tape wrapped can of explosive silly string attached to his ruptured sack of chicken bloody buffalo heads which sometimes started to wail obnoxiously when they felt like they needed some 190 proof alcoholic libations in a Dixie cup© to quench their cheese-pouf colored orange Tang© tongues which were coated in 2-month-old stale back-bacon grease flavored magical mind-bending portabella mushrooms from the Orc-infested plywood and silicone backlot forest of Fangorn in the land of Silent BOB's ranch for the mentally insane over-ripe banana peel-colored pickaxe swinging lumberjacks who like wearing women's lingerie from Victoria's Secret© because it is more in tune with their Pepe Le Pew's lover cat side of their manliness....”

“Needs a hobby.”

“wins this round... but ah'll be back.”

“needs to write more...”

“meant that for pinky”

“must do work...

must get something accomplished today..”

“will have to think of more crazy silly-isms between today and tomorrow (or this evening..)”

“agrees-- must do work!”

“Get crackin', bubblehead!”

“doesn't play the game right...”

“Favorite TV show: Gilmore Girls.”

“^ wants to mount his VPs fan.”

“Is a pederast.”

“Has a secret crush on Laqtis”

“He a crush on my wife? :)”

“Loves bush.”

“Loves Bush's bush”

“^charms me with his snake eyes”

“Should tickle fight her friends.”

“is wrong! My favorite tv show is Jeopardy! which he knows :p”

“^ is a jeopardy dork”

“wishes she could be as big of a geek as Ken Jennings. :p”

“Is Comely.”

“Is up too damn early!”

“Isn't a morning person.”

“needs 10 cups of coffee so she wont be crabby :)”

“Needs a basic anatomy class.”

“keeps getting called a chick”

“Is still looking for Vanzetti.”

“thinks de is dressing like a chick, and that De should just go ahead and get the surgery done”

“Sucks...”

“likes that he does.”

“Swallows his food whole...”

“has an ugly birth mark somewhere on his body?”

“is up to the challenge of more nonsensical posting?”

“doesn't know that while she enjoys a good stiff drink while watching her jewish, russian iguana with a blue yarmulke named ivan who loves listening to cheesy vegas show tunes while riding one of those little toy tricycles get evil looks from a parrot across the room who's jealous of ivan's trikey riding abilities because the parrot (let's just call her simone) used to be pink's favorite pet, but now simone is playing second fiddle to the muti-talented jewish iguana
so simone is secretly plotting for ivan to have an "accident" involving a banana peel, a cut brake line for ivan's trikey, some arsenic, a bowling ball, a big double bladed axe, and a yellow marshmallow easter candy peep the plan was hatched while poor simone was subjected to much second hand smoke (can you say contact buzz?) while watching the little yellow geeky rooster with big glasses come up with a diabolically complex and seemingly physically impossible scheme to outwit the slavering weasel and show up foghorn leghorn in the process
but after some time to cool off simone scraps the "accident" plan for a less violent idea - she will come up with a new trick of her own to out-do ivan, the little attention usurping russian, jewish bassturd iguana”

“Got a bulldog attached firmly to his arse.”

“is checking out my butt”

“....is checking in to the nut house”

“likes that (refused parole while in prison).”

“Was refused prison”

“still reminds me of the GI joe dude.”

“meant that for SE.

mark reminds me of a cheesy black and white horror flick about an innocent looking demon child born with a big birthmark that throbs when he's about to do something dasturdly”

“Eats dog food”

“was never refused while in prison.”

“performs dasturdly deeds when no one is looking.”

“does the same, hopes someone is looking.”

“Time out for me...gotta got get the damn boat winterized (never used it all year).”

“does dirty deeds. (dirt cheap)”