Friday, October 30, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
He
He's a nice guy but he played too much football with his helmet off.
He's the type of man who will end up dying in his own arms.
He has the voice modulation of a railway station announcer, the expressive power of a fence post and the charisma of a week old head of lettuce.
He looks like a condom full of walnuts.
What other problems do you have besides of being unemployed, a moron, and a dork?
If I were married to you - I'd put poison in your coffee. If you were my wife, I'd drink it.
He's done everybody's act. He's like a parrot with skin on.
His imagination resembles the wings of an ostrich.
Who picks your clothes? Stevie Wonder?
His pictures seem to resemble not pictures but a sample book of patterns of linoleum.
He doesn't bleach his hair, he's just prematurely orange.
He doesn't die his hair, he bleaches his face.
His ears made him look like a taxicab with both doors open.
He has turned almost alarmingly blonde - he's gone platinum, he must be plutonium, his hair is coordinating with his teeth.
He looked like a half melted rubber bulldog.
Well, at least he has finally found his true love...it's a pity that he can't marry himself.
A pig, an ass, a dunghill, the spawn of an adder, a basilisk, a lying buffon, a mad fool with a frothy mouth.
The youthful sparkle in his eyes is caused by his contact lenses, which he keeps highly polished.
You look into his eyes and you know someone else is driving.
He has no more backbone than a chocolate eclair.
Do you mind if I smoke? - I don't care if you burn.
My dear, you leave your pictures in such a sketchy state. Why don't you ever finish them?
My dear, why do you ever begin yours?
I'll never forget a face, but in your case I make an exception.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Children
I can't recall who it was, but a while ago someone stayed over and during the night they couldn't sleep because they kept hearing sounds which apparently sounded like "children being murdered." I never payed much attention to the sounds because I hear weird noises at night all the time being on a farm, but just then I think I experienced it, and now realise what they were talking about. A high pitched scream......pretty sure it was just a bird though...


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