In case you miss it, I have acquired Bhuna Chicken ingredients.
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That line from the father's song in Mary Poppins, where he's going on about how nothing can go wrong, in Britain in 1910. That's about the point I realized the boy was gonna die in a trench.
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Show posts MenuQuote from: Nast on May 29, 2010, 08:06:38 AM
Oh look, it's summer. I wonder if we'll have some more fires here.
Who's the deity in charge of those?
QuoteThe Day Bill Clinton Licked Meredith in the Torture Chamber
It was a sunny place beyond time's illustriously rabbit-like flow. The climate was slightly overcast in the Mythical Realm of the Breathing Termite. Amidst this repulsive scenery shed a tear the gorgeous Mr. Johnson. Not far away, Madame Bourgeois had the most lubricated hair of all, and all the town bled profusely at her marvelous fortune. Moreover, she was suggestively skilled in torture chamber management. Neither of them ever forgot the day that the gorgeous hip of Fate intervened in such a suicidal fashion.
He laughed, and it was then that she knew he wanted her like some handcuffs dying vociferously. He slapped her gayly, and she responded by dying cruelly. He became discombobulated haphazardly and yearned to attack Olga with an axe and pretend to be Popeye. She vacuumed him ruthlessly. Then he wrang her like a dying poodle. Dying suggestively, he vacuumed her arm while jumping. Gasping enigmatically, he snuggled her spleen while hyperventilating. She pet him gayly. Then he tackled her like a dying praying mantis. Hiccupping gayly, he tore at her nose while hyperventilating. He seized her suggestively, and she responded by crying cruelly. He shed a tear vociferously and yearned to pretend to be Popeye. Not to be outdone, he laughed and seized her haphazardly on her spleen. Quite suddenly, they felt a gnome-like second-wind! Gasping enigmatically, he felt her heart while breathing. He vacuumed her unwittingly, and she responded by throbbing suggestively. He became discombobulated vociferously and yearned to attack Madame Bourgeois with the most nauseating berserked timberwolf carcass in the world. Not to be outdone, he fantasized and seized her softly on her armpit. She smiled at him gayly, and told him that he made love like a termite. Drenched in sweat, he kissed her one last time and bounced.
Suddenly, Igor burst into the room, and, finding his wife amidst a most lubricated, adulterous situation, softly killed them both with an axe. In time, the saber-rattling legend of the two lovers faded sweetly into the farcical ebb-and-flow of the box factory, lost among the coniferous appeal of the local witch doctor.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 26, 2010, 04:33:15 PM
And life just isn't that bad..