The last time I had this much fun, I was greasing the biscuits.

I couldn't believe my best friend was actually
rocking the Persian weasel.
 
Then, I had to sit next to some crazy guy on the bus who was apparently
baking the sacred trombone.
 
Guess what I've been doing? That's right --
lubing the pachyderm.
 
He spent every lunch hour at home,
spinning the groovy roaring dance.
 
There I was....the girl of my dreams....and all I could do was:
"run down the proverbial Wookie!"

Then she told me, she could never date me because she heard me and my bro were:
been
"brewing the client-server cowboy"!


So we sat down to watch television. Oddly, Baywatch reruns were on. At which point we began to:
"avoid the bald-headed pop-star". Yeah, mission accomplished.
 
They found him naked in the alley behind the bar, munching the forbidden pretzel.

:lol:
 
Then I had to sit next to some crazy guy on the bus who was apparently tickling the wee hedges.

:D
 
Halfway through the project, Frank looked like he had been
"kicking the leather salami."

You should have seen your face! You looked like you were
"hazing the prisoner."

:lol: This site is why the internet exists :D
 
Like most guys his age, he wasn't above validating the bacon.

The governor's staff refused to confirm or deny he had been smacking the dowel.
 
Hey! Who's been
scuttling the perpetual prisoner?!

Then, I had to sit next to some crazy guy on the bus who was apparently
beating up the Turkish wombat.

It was, of course, difficult to believe he could have been "accidentally"
beating the sloppy bed.
 
In fifty years, would people of our age still call it
lubing the bacon?
 
Arriving home early, she was shocked to walk in on her roommates

phoning the slippery groceries.
 
I thought he was spanking the monkey.
 
Punishing the paisley fallopian chimney!

Conjuring the raisin.

Playing hide the bayonet.
 
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