Too slow. Way too slow.
... grilled up some ... Bruce Springsteen ...who? <goes back to listening to Poker Face>
They spelled the name of Spruce Bringsteen, the Singing Conifer of Asbury Park Arboretum, wrong.
Weed are the World.
You'll be pulling splinters out of *there*, and *there*, and *there*, not to mention *there*, for quite some time afterwards, I fear.
You two are the ones that cut down that big sycamore, aren’t you?
No Pulg, I will not pull splinters out of you.
No need to.You can just comb them out.
And regarding the big sycamore, yes, it was us. Mr. Wumptious Bazzock wishes me to make him a gigantic atom-powered psaltery, and the wood for that has to come from somewhere.
The uranium will come from somewhere else.
I thought he used unobtanium
He couldn't get any.
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And entropy takes another nibble at reality, doesn’t like the flavor and spits it back out.
that's why Michigan has so many jello salads
You might be able to find an Ambrosia Slaad.
Patti Cakes salad... with green olives, cottage cheese, lime jello, an cool whip. Her last capers got cut short.
Colossal pervert I may be, but putting olives in Lime jello is something even I would balk at.
I don't see why. That's probably the only thing you've never put in it.
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I can attest to that, just like I know that The Dirty Dangler was not the one responsible for the death of Professor Frankenwurst. The Dirty Dangler was, at the time of the incident, chasing me around his garden and threatening to dig out my entrails with a rusty spade. And all because I switched the labels of his aubergines with his zucchinis.
Ahem. The fish were a loan, not a gift. I’ll be needing them back now…