WWTBAM Bored

Your nasal hair speaks volumes concerning the Isle of Wight.

The phase of your hallucinations reminds me of those balmy days when the championship mould was breeding, when the fish were long, and so were the valued floats of men we drank through narrow straws...

Your wit, your teeth, your pasty reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts.

Solitamente, quando emani profumi, mi ricordi lamette circonflesse.

Your face is like an imperfectly shaven tennis ball.

You move with the eloquence of disintegrating fuselage.

Certainly your trout are more proseperous to vaccuum than the flying coachmen of Czar Nicholai!

Entranced by the bitter harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your ruptured soul.

Tensile congratulations on your conceptual development of obliterative existence!

Your presence reminds one of a blind jackal, eternally dependent upon misguided archbishops to provide instruction in bowling.

Your fingers sublimate into volcanic gases with the slightest cooling touch from the antennae of a passing lyre.

MarleysGh0st wrote:Your presence reminds one of a blind jackal, eternally dependent upon misguided archbishops to provide instruction in bowling.

Who are they calling misguided!?!?!?

And I'm an excellent bowler! I'm the only one at the Vatican who can pick the 7-10 split....

I like the second one I got:

Eyes like scars dimple your ears.

And the third one!

Sir, what exquisite breasts you have!

Your mobile calluses massage even the most scarred of surfaces.

This one actually makes a little bit of sense.

starfish1113 wrote:And the third one!

Sir, what exquisite breasts you have!

Nobody notices my manboobs....

Mine is "Tabulate your monger. You will be well-flayed for the effort!"

That's as good as my horoscope.

When faced with scathing winds and torrents pouring forth stain, your mind thinks cleverly to the leprous angels found in all train crashes.

lb13

I kinda like this one:

Your legs are like threads of cotton, though much thicker, and filled with weevils.

earendel wrote:I kinda like this one:

Your legs are like threads of cotton, though much thicker, and filled with weevils.

Ewwww!

All of these sayings remind me of that biographical speech Austin Powers gives, that KT is fond of quoting.

earendel wrote:Your mobile calluses massage even the most scarred of surfaces.

This one actually makes a little bit of sense.

Buddy Sorrell: I don't feel so good.
Sally Rogers: What's wrong?
Buddy: I'm beginning to understand Aunt Agnes.
- The Dick Van Dyke Show, 1961-1965

Cry for the stiffness of the earlobe. The turtles are fallen and the rain stands still. How long must I suffer with your undergarments?

You do not want to buy their shops unknown them at strange stores?

That's not from the website; it's a spam subject line.

His majesty's caravan is as compelling as your temper.

Another one that almost makes sense based on my general frame of mind lately.


I LOVE this site. LOVE IT.

TMITSSS--thank you. Thank you.

MarleysGh0st wrote:Your presence reminds one of a blind jackal, eternally dependent upon misguided archbishops to provide instruction in bowling.

I'm thinking this is not actually a compliment.

earendel wrote:I kinda like this one:

Your legs are like threads of cotton, though much thicker, and filled with weevils.

Now that one could actually be a compliment.

andrewjackson wrote:

earendel wrote:I kinda like this one:

Your legs are like threads of cotton, though much thicker, and filled with weevils.

Now that one could actually be a compliment.

Although a better choice of garden pest would make it more palatable.

Beebs52 wrote:

andrewjackson wrote:

earendel wrote:I kinda like this one:

Your legs are like threads of cotton, though much thicker, and filled with weevils.

Now that one could actually be a compliment.

Although a better choice of garden pest would make it more palatable.

You rang?