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Toasty Posty

Originally posted by Yumcarrots
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banana_silhouette

Originally posted by Prince Nauj
Toasty Posty
Originally posted by Prince Nauj
Toasty Posty
Originally posted by Prince Nauj
Toasty Posty
Originally posted by Prince Nauj
Toasty Posty
Originally posted by Prince Nauj
Toasty Posty
Originally posted by Prince Nauj
Toasty Posty
Originally posted by Prince Nauj
Toasty Posty
Originally posted by Prince Nauj
Toasty Posty
Originally posted by Prince Nauj
Toasty Posty
Originally posted by Prince Nauj
Toasty Posty
Originally posted by Prince Nauj
Toasty Posty
Originally posted by Prince Nauj
Toasty Posty
Originally posted by Prince Nauj
Toasty Posty

Pass the pen there Billy Bob, I'll write us up a song.
Or perhaps I'll pen a sonnet, if the melody sits all wrong.
Hand me down a crayon, and I'll draw a mighty oak.
'Cause of all my brother Masons, I'm the quickest with a joke.

Catch me in the right light, you'll see my shapes shaped to please.
And if I shank my trousers down, I'm hung just above the knees.

You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you hear my weighty name.
I'm the one that told you, told you so, they calls me Puddin' Taine.

Now step on up to dance the dance, and touch the hand that heals.
Like the tallest hog on Wall street, I'm a wheelin' all the deals.

They'll carve my face in marble, they'll etch my name in stone.
They'll paint my noble portrait, and historify my home.

You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you hear my weighty name.
I'm the one that told you, told you so, they calls me Puddin' Taine.

Originally posted by lord xyz

haha death is funn

Originally posted by taft
Pass the pen there Billy Bob, I'll write us up a song.
Or perhaps I'll pen a sonnet, if the melody sits all wrong.
Hand me down a crayon, and I'll draw a mighty oak.
'Cause of all my brother Masons, I'm the quickest with a joke.

Catch me in the right light, you'll see my shapes shaped to please.
And if I shank my trousers down, I'm hung just above the knees.

You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you hear my weighty name.
I'm the one that told you, told you so, they calls me Puddin' Taine.

Now step on up to dance the dance, and touch the hand that heals.
Like the tallest hog on Wall street, I'm a wheelin' all the deals.

They'll carve my face in marble, they'll etch my name in stone.
They'll paint my noble portrait, and historify my home.

You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you hear my weighty name.
I'm the one that told you, told you so, they calls me Puddin' Taine.

penisland.net

No. 🙂

lord xyz loves me

😖hifty:

Originally posted by Prince Nauj
lord xyz loves me

😖hifty:

🤨

posty!

Originally posted by lord xyz
banana_silhouette

hi Yumcarrots wave

Originally posted by lord xyz
hi Yumcarrots wave flowers
Originally posted by lord xyz
hi Yumcarrots wave

wavey

Originally posted by Yumcarrots
fu
cry

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V

Originally posted by taft
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V
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C'mon kiddies gather round. Who's your foremost friend in town?
From main to maple the name resounds, Professor Nutbutter.
He's the one, the humble one, the Barkley County prodigal son.
Here to serve only you, Professor Nutbutter.
At old Nutbutter's house of treats from jellied jams to sacks of
sweets,
There's creamy and nutatious spreads for all.
Chemist, master of entomology the professor for a modest fee
Will cure what ails you, guaranteed Professor Nutbutter.
It's alright, don't fear the worm.
C'mon kiddies don't be shy be youthful til the day you die.
The man the myth, the magic of Professor Nutbutter.
He's the one the only one the Meeklybville prodigal son.
Here to help us with ourselves, Professor Nutbutter
It's alright to fear the worm.

[It's all right to fear the worm. The worm, the worm is our friend.
Um, but not all of the properties of the worm can be, uh, fully,
fully, well, appreciated by the, uh, the human body itself, but, um
it's, it's, it's, it's ok to, to fear the worm. Um, I, myself, have
had no, uh, problems with the worm but in a certain situation, uh, I
would feel like, what, what, uh, ramifications, um, could occur? Uh,
there's, there's really no need to, uh, to fear much of anything, you
know. Fear of the, fear of the temptation is a, more, probably, more,
more, appropriate word in this particular scenario. Um, the, uh,
well, It, depends on what you want, I suppose. It really depends on,
on what you want.]