but yet again, how would Joe know about reality when he's really Mr. Ticklehands....who goes around fishing for someone to tickle him until he pees on himself......like oil spills

and so Mr.Ticklehands found Lance Armstrong and asked..why kind sir can you tickle me...and Lance responded I'm not the Touchy-Feely type sorry......

Mr.Ticklehands thought what an arrogant bastard, I should take him bowling and throw a bowling ball at his head...how awsome

"Lock & load", he said in his head while caressing his beautiful round bowling ball.

Like ballerinas, the opposition was dancing on their toes around him - with everything riding on this one throw the air of nervousness and hostility was frightening.

Like the famed Tyrannosaurus rex. No-one wanted to be sexy or appetizing but they couldnt help it, the offensive dinosaur was incredibly hungry and ate everyone.

everyone that is, except my high school prom date, she was voluptuous and flirtatious. many of the other guys at school wanted to jump her bones, showing off on skateboards and the like, she went for me however because of my lazy eye and my attention to detail, the very same qualities that had led to my

Folk Music success, it is rather an absurd example, but I thought it would serve well for all of you, my friends. I've always had a thing about ancient times, so when I discovered an old vinyl made of rock from the Greek kingdom! The Neat & Clean band were very good performers of contemporary Greek music, so I copied their elements to my Folk Music records. Even though I had earned a lot of money on that, little had I known that

the horrible music natzis of the marvelous interwebs would come knocking on your door for ganking music just like everyone else in the country does and swiftly rip out your esophagus and beat you with it. "have a nice life" they said as they waltzed out the door of your rundown studio apartment, you flawed individual.