...and up jumped the boogie.

was he a bugler?

Plan B involves unexpected company.

I'm speechless again...but there is always a picture.

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http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...cs7/plan-b.jpg

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...Logo_Final.jpg

Plan B won't work. Time to go straight for Plan Z
http://malerama.de/PSS-PlanZ.jpg

and when Plan Z doesn't pan out....then we'll try Plan 9 From Outer Space

There is always room for another plan...

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http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...0CastSmall.gif

and when you get tired of planning, there's always dessert...


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Shhh! Do you hear that? It smells like Death!

True, but it tastes like walnuts with dijon mustard.

Beets taste like earth soil goodness.

I like 'em with mustard too,

and the pretty in pink juices, I paint with.

I think Bill Withers agrees with you there, ring. Did he not say, "Gimmee the beet boys and free my soul?"
Either that or he believed beets were poisonous and he was feeling suicidal.

In ancient Greece the penalty for a man for adultery was to have his pubics shaved and a large, peeled radish inserted up his anus.
Didn't I see that over on Wayside the other day?

'Political Correctness is a doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical minority, and rabidly promoted by an unscrupulous mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd by the clean end.'

testify brother!

that's not nearly nonsensical enough for this thread...in fact, I dare say it actually makes good sense

Is it nonsense if I like saying epi-tome?

(also eso-phag-us and fä-jī-ta)

Well, duh! How else are you going to polish the darn thing?

How much sense could a nonsense sense if a sensimilla's scent sensed flense?

The bananas inherent nature to glisten prismatically,
shall be met with a peanut butter union,
soon.

Holy Shit! Everybody look out! She's got alliteration, and she's not afraid to use it.
Everybody be cool, and don't make an assonance of yourself.

Welax...I wield a warm welded winsome wit!

Welcome, willful wanking weirdos!

Whoa...

when your gecko is broken you have a reptile dysfunction...

but what about when your iguana is ignoring you...?

then he's an ignorant iguana...

I once had an iguana named Col. Sanders. I believe he was cloned from Col. Harlan Sanders' finger-lickin-good finger encased in a display at KFC's headquarters here in Louisville.

el pollo de los arboles. So, is it an iguana or a mole?

Mmmmm anything with a mole sauce will do, even chicken. No iguana for me, thanks.

The problem with mole sauce is digging up enough moles to puree to make it. Course you could make guacamole, in which case you'll only need to bury some avacados then dig them up later.

When the sports reporter asked Earl Anthony what his technique was for bowling so well, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "that's how I roll."

A customer noted that the chef's yeasty buns were delicious. She asked what his secret was. He said, "that's how I roll."

A fan noted that the actor played an excellent Hamlet. He asked him how he got into character. The actor answered, "that's how I role."

Keep them canines rollin'....

woof

warp...

I canna duue it, Cap'n. Tha toilets ha backked oop into tha Waerp drive an mad tha Doilithioom craestles al mankey. We tried shoovin ah weener in thar, but it dinna duue a wee bit o guud. By the wee, wood ya happen ta ha a wee bit o mustard oop thar on tha bridge?

Spock?

No Mustard, Captain.

Analysis... ..... Spock.

It would appear that Lieutenant Scott is about to eat a Wiener without any Mustard.

Bones!

Damnit, Jim, I'm a Doctor not a Scriptwriter!

'scuse me while i kiss dis guy...

I can't excuse you,
I am not so qualified.
Anyway, I saw him first!

Nice Bridge . . .

I got shoes
They're made of plywood.

I'll ply your wood....

Our love is like Walter...

where's that confounded bridge?

It's not a bridge; its a rummy.