Will I ever escape this drudgeful life?
I mean, marking essays gets right up my hole, and I’ve had nothing to eat but bai-bai Doritos and a lychee since 12 o’clock.
I’m too pretty for all this.
And as a result, I’ve got a ghost stuck in my throat.
And as a result, I’ve got a ghost stuck in my throat.[/quote]
try a fisherman’s friend and/or some lavender oil
(WHat I wanted to say was too dirty for BFM to read.)
BUt it was funny. I promise you that.
Yeah, right, like I’m going to fall for the ‘swallow a fisherman’s friend’ thing again.
Wow, you’re gooooooooooooooooood. :bravo:
Old joke!
but what about the lavender oil punstercup?
Is it a reference to sandman?
You know, one of these days he’s going to understand what you guys are writing about him.
I don’t get it.
Matthew, its a joke about how Sandman loves to wear pastel shades and fluffy angora cardigans.
I thought this was a thread about drugs.
I thought it was about people with eight balls.
It is decidedly so.
Yeah, but, you know, with eight of 'em. Balls, that is.
Mozza, or ping pong?
Or is it a bunch of luverly coconuts that is pined for?
Ish aw a’lud av bollux, wot?
four men have eight balls.
And then one says…