lets play a game

“is very happy he sold his boat last year.”

“"ditches the boat tograbs a sack full of Mexican jumping bean eating rattlesnakes that hiss menacingly while causing his hippopotamus to hiccup unendling during a mid autumn thunderstorm becaus he jumps from leg to leg impatiently while trying to hold his weasel wielding rooster roaster in a moment of weakness after an all-night huff & poof-fest in the middle of the cold dark Lockness Monster filled lake of the sometimes feeble-minded arsenic and old lace mining left-handed bowling-ball wielding beer garden maiden Simone who now stands slack-jawed in awe of the flourescent day-glo orange hookah-smoking chocolate marshmallow easter peep who looks like a peanut-butter and jalepeno jelly colored groovy Woodstock beatnik chick on half-baked hot powder sugar laced parsley weed who has just arrived from a tropical citrus ugli fruit flavored white russian volcanic island in the middle of the frightfully huge hurricane force Ivan, which, although not well though-of in the merry old land of Oz©, caused a case of italian flat bread and butternut squash pickle-flavored yamulkes made of tomato red colored Tyvek© to fly out over and quickly land onto the goose-pimply bald heads of the poor hand-plucked puny feathered paisley parrots who were trying to quickly drink their artificial raspberry melon ice tea flavored iguana and hot turkey juice out of a flattened stinky cowpie shaped Mt. St. Helen's glass sippy straw in the absolute middle of the lime green Jello©-colored Circ de Soleil© circus rings which were slightly malicious and deformed due to a bizarre and freaky Liz Taylor's colored purple eyed Oompa Loompa midget singing a half-step off-key to creepy Liza Minelli broadway show tunes with a foam-rubber baby buggy bumper pitchfork stuck in the back of his somewhat bloody tundra duff blueberry bushes, thus causing a half-swallowed Grey Goose© vodka-drinking fast-talking rodeo clown to efficiently grab a good hard, stiff, well-oiled and shiny polished tricycle seat handle and ride like a bi-polar homicidal maniac on Prozac down the windswept East coast swampy marshes of the Florida Keys with a royal blue pre-used duct tape wrapped can of explosive confetti and silly string attached to his ruptured sack of fried chicken bloody buffalo wing heads which sometimes started to wail incessantly and obnoxiously when they felt like they absolutely needed some 190 proof alcoholic libations in a crumpled up Dixie cup© to immediately quench their toxic cheese-pouf colored orange Tang© tongues which were coated in 2-month-old stale
Canadian back-bacon grease flavored magical mystical mind-bending portabella mushrooms from the Orc-infested painted plywood and silicone-coated backlot imaginary forest of Fangorn in the land of Silent BOB's dude ranch for the mentally incompetant and completely insane over-ripe banana peel-colored rubber pickaxe swinging lumberjacks who like wearing large women's lingerie from Victoria's Secret© because it is more in tune with their stinky Pepe Le Pew's lover cat side of their inane manliness versus the Dolly Parton beauty of their stilletto heels that wobble when they walk and cause massive amounts of hysteria within the heathe masses of the hikers on the Appalachian trail during the light of the full autumn moon....”

“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 who may be a class act trikey rider, but is no match for simone who will now hop from one leg to the other while bobbing her head up and down in typical parrot fashion in perfect rhythm while singing,
“BRRROCK, livin la vida loca,
BRAAAAWK livin la vida loca.””

“decides to take it upon himself to start a revolution of dirty deeds done dirt cheap while his horse, Mr. Edification ditches the sinking lifeboat from the Good Ship Lollipop to grab a half-eaten sack full of partially cooked Mexican jumping bean eating rattlesnakes that hiss loudly and menacingly while causing his pineapple eating purple hippopotamus named Dori to constantly hiccup unendingly during a mid autumn festival electrical thunderstorm because he hip hops and jumps from left leg to right leg impatiently while trying to hand hold his weasel wielding rooster roaster pan in a moment of daft weakness after an all-night ticklefight and huff & poof-fest in the middle portion of the icy cold catfish infested, dark Lockness Monster filled glacial lake of the sometimes empty-handed and feeble-minded arsenic and old Chantilly lace strip mining left-handed pre-drilled bowling-ball wielding German beer garden maiden named Simone who now stands slack-jawed and toothless in amazement and awe of the black-light and flourescent day-glo orange hookah-smoking dark milk chocolate marshmallow Easter peep who coincidentally looks like a chunky peanut-butter and jalepeno apple jelly colored groovy Woodstock sandal-wearing beatnik chunky chick who was high on half-baked hot cayenne and powder sugar laced parsley weed and who has just recently arrived from a sub-tropical rain forest filled citrus ugli fruit flavored white Russian semi- erupting volcanic ash-covered island in the very middle of the frightfully gigantic straw thatched hut in the eye of the huge hurricane force Ivan, which, although not frequently well though-of in the merry old technicolor land of Oz, caused a case of northern Italian flat bread and butternut squash shaped pickle-flavored yamulkes made of cherry tomato red colored strips of multi-faceted Tyvek to fly out, over and quickly land face-first onto the goose-pimply bald capped heads of the poor primed and hand-plucked puny-feathered grey paisley Macaw parrots who were trying to quickly slather onto their faces and drink their artificial raspberry melon ice tea flavored iguana dung and hot turkey liver juice out of a slightly flattened stinky cowpie shaped Mt. St. Helen's glass sippy straw in the absolute middle of the lime green Jello-colored Circ de Soleil circus rings which were slightly malicious and deformed due to a malnourished, bizarre and freaky Liz Taylor's colored purple eyed Oompa Loompa drunken midget singing a half-step off-key to creepy Liza Minelli broadway show tunes with a insulating foam-rubber baby buggy bumper shaped pitchfork stuck in the back of his somewhat bloody tundra duff filled blueberry bushes, thus causing a half-swallowed Grey Goose vodka-drinking fast-talking rodeo clown to efficiently and deftly grab a good hard, stiff, well-oiled and shiny polished tricycle seat pad and handle and ride like a bi-polar homicidal schizophrenic maniac on Prozac and steroids down the 90 mile-an-hour windswept South East coast swampy alligator marshes of the Florida Keys with a royal bluebird colored pre-used duct tape wrapped aluminum can of explosive confetti and Silly String and Silly Putty attached to his ruptured rucksack of Southern fried chicken bloody buffalo wing heads which sometimes started to wail incessantly and obnoxiously when they felt like they absolutely needed some 190 proof alcoholic libations in a crumpled up Barbie Dixie cup to immediately quench their toxic cheese-pouf colored orange Tang dyed tongues which were coated in 2-month-old stale Canadian back-bacon grease flavored mysterious magical mystical mind-bending portabella mushrooms from the Orc-infested painted plywood and silicone-coated life-sized backlot imaginary forest of Fangorn in the land of Silent BOB's dude ranch for the mentally incompetant and completely insane over-ripe banana peel-colored rubber pickaxe swinging lumberjacks who like wearing large women's lingerie from Victoria's Secret© because it is more in tune with their stinky Pepe Le Pew's lover cat side of their inane manliness versus the Dolly Parton wig beauty of their Size 13 stilletto heels that wobble like Weebles when they walk and cause massive amounts of hysterical blindness within the heathen masses of the newbie day hikers on the ridges of the Appalachian Trail during the gently veiled light of the full autumn moon in the middle of the Harvest Festival Moose dropping contest in the middle of Talkeetna, Alaska's pizza pie eating contest sponsored by the good folks at the freelance furniture store in Nashville's Grand Ol' Opry....”

“will be back later... :-)”

“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 (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 who may be a class act trikey rider, but is no match for simone who will now hop from one leg to the other while bobbing her head up and down in typical parrot fashion in perfect rhythm while singing,
“BRRROCK, livin la vida loca,
BRAAAAWK livin la vida loca.”
because simone knows that pink is actually the president of the ricky martin fan club and is the webmaster for the site www.IdRipOffMyOwnEarsAndEatThemForADateWithRickyMartin.com and hasn’t washed her hands in 17 years since she met him at a menudo concert in detroit.”

“Off: Ewww!!!
I'm not a Ricky Martin Fan...

Now the Romantics... that's another story.. :-)

On...
Thinks he can beat Pink at the game of the gift of gab..”

“has a fondness for bobble-headed dolls”

“Is a Crossword Puzzle addict.”

“watched the Gilmore Girls last night to see what it was all about.”

“Is TOTALLY wrong... yet again.

ROLF! I was off at Buffaloes for cheap beer and Trivia night ;)”

“likes cheap buffaloes with his trivia”

“Thinks Deore is giving her a lot of bull”

“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 who may be a class act trikey rider, but is no match for simone who will now hop from one leg to the other while bobbing her head up and down in typical parrot fashion in perfect rhythm while singing,
“BRRROCK, livin la vida loca,
BRAAAAWK livin la vida loca.”
because simone knows that pink is actually the president of the ricky martin fan club and is the webmaster for the site www.IdRipOffMyOwnEarsAndEatThemForADateWithRickyMartin.com and hasn’t washed her hands in 17 years since she met him at a menudo concert in detroit- though she often denies it and tries to make lame-ass excuses why her hand is so nasty and carries cassette tapes of menudo in her car with labels on them of other bands but simone knows better... and in fact simone is now thinking that maybe instead of performing such demeaning acts as singing and dancing she will just blackmail pink into giving her the attention she deserves which includes weekly dust baths like a chinchilla because even though parrots do not normally need or want to take chinchilla dust baths simone is no ordinary parrot as she was raised in a pet store with as the only bird and her cage was kept next to the chinchillas whom she would watch.”

“Posts are too long for people wish short attention spans like DDX.”

“should yell at pink.
this is her game. i'm an innocent pawn.”

“started the overly verbose posts :p”

“if she keeps it up she'll wind up with her head in my sack as well”

“forgets that I'm really DIEcentra...”

“sounds like she harbors much ill will towards someone named centra”

“Sack O' What???”

“gets in and out of his halloween costume often”

“Is doggin' my ass”

“really has a thing for my doggies -


i hope it's just a healthy 'thing'”

“Has plural doggies.”

“has plural personalities”

“should match up his plural doggies with MarkO's plural personalities”

“is trying to hawk my doggies to markO”

“Carries a BIG sack of doggie doo doo when he walks the neighborhood.”

“doesn't know i live just outside of town, mostly surrounded by woods- so picking up doo doo is not really an issue for me anymore”

“should call himself Marko'lantern”

“Has nice pink cheeks”

“fornicates with spam”

“is quite the condondrum”

“should have known that he caused the ultra long posts....”

“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 who may be a class act trikey rider, but is no match for simone who will now hop from one leg to the other while bobbing her head up and down in typical parrot fashion in perfect rhythm while singing,
“BRRROCK, livin la vida loca,
BRAAAAWK livin la vida loca.”
because simone knows that pink is actually the president of the ricky martin fan club and is the webmaster for the site www.IdRipOffMyOwnEarsAndEatThemForADateWithRickyMartin.com and hasn’t washed her hands in 17 years since she met him at a menudo concert in detroit- though she often denies it and tries to make lame-ass excuses why her hand is so nasty and carries cassette tapes of menudo in her car with labels on them of other bands but simone knows better... and in fact simone is now thinking that maybe instead of performing such demeaning acts as singing and dancing she will just blackmail pink into giving her the attention she deserves which includes weekly dust baths like a chinchilla because even though parrots do not normally need or want to take chinchilla dust baths simone is no ordinary parrot as she was raised in a pet store as the only bird and her cage was kept next to the chinchillas whom she would watch as a young parrot growing up and now no matter how much pinky tries to convince simone she’s a parrot and not a chinchilla, simone maintains her stubbornness - much like much like the handful of freaks on TT who continue to believe that bush is not only the best choice for president, but also a real live human being despite all scientific evidence that he is in fact a marionette of dick cheney, haliburton et al -unless of course he is real and just likes to have other men’s hands up his bum and that is where the similarities between bush and simone end because simone does NOT like hands up her little parrot bumhole.”

“is laughing”

“gives dumb blonds headaches with her ultra long nonsence posts that deal with iggy the lizzard and a jeolous featherless bird that used to be number 1 but is now lower then dirt on the bottom of a horses hoof on a muddy trail in the middle of march on the AT.”

“Has trouble commiting to one blow up doll.”

“is trying but nowhere near as eloquent as sac and pink”

“Off-- oops, last post was meant for BP! :-)

On... is getting the arsenal ready”

“called me eloquent

(i'm blushing)”

“Likes a pink sac (?)”

“does too”

“Throws like a girl”

“Doesnt know that BP is a girl.”

“Thinks I'm pretty.”

“Just farted”

“needs to put something over those big pumpkins (or is it bumpkins?)”

“wonders where Sac is so that she can respond...”