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Run Forest! Run...

Member since 2002 · Posted 31 Jan 2003 · 7 comments

While huffing gas one day at the pumpe. I dreamt that I met Forest Gumpe. He offered me candy For a left handed shandy 'stead I bent him nude 'ver a stumpe When I finished him up I was proude But having not noticed the crowde, and with no hand towel I loosened my bowel With a prolonged inaudible growle.

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[7] Caducus 1-Feb-03/4:32 AM Reply

you are mad...but funny too -7

[8] Ranger 1-Feb-03/9:29 AM Reply

This is by far your best work!!!

[8] thepinkbunnyofdoom 1-Feb-03/3:03 PM Reply

Hehehehe Thats twice in one day you made me laugh. -8-

[9] INTRANSIT 1-Feb-03/5:42 PM Reply

Which throne are you trying to heir to? or is it air or err?

[1] poetandknowit 2-Feb-03/9:33 PM Reply

Daring! Original! Creative!

[n/a] Bachus › poetandknowit 3-Feb-03/7:08 PM Reply

The other day whilst traversing a pothole invested road. My car began making a strange and wispy chirp. Immediately I thought of our days together, and all of those insightful picnics at the lake. i wept openly. Then i chirped along with it. For you.

[n/a] Bachus › poetandknowit 15-Feb-03/1:31 PM Reply

Chirping! Chirpinal! Chirpitive!