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Those Years Her Dining
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A secret little sheep. Must be for the New Zealanders
Is it 1781 or 1782?
Those years her dining must me snail white
And there are also Those Years Her Whining …
– Mommy! I see dine people!
Apparently those years her dining got her ended up on a plate as well…
They’re serving the mother of small yellow croaker? The health department should be toad about this!
Funny, the bone meat doesn’t look Shrewish.
Bugger the shrew meat.
I’ll have a side of termagant.
That is why thin girls taste so good.
As the old saying goes: “The nearer the bone the sweeter the meat.”
From Stephen King’s ‘Eat’
The crispy pork stomach wasn’t auspicious for the pig.
This food goes well, with a good deep water Port.
Secret little sheep 007 – licenced to grill.
Hey Chang! If it is OK with you, I’ll have John the Baptists head on my plate, thanks.
@DnT 0452. I hear the pig spilled his guts to the authorities over that.
(What a swine)
@Marum | 4:56 am: Especially if you can get a tug from the waitress. 😛
Q. What is green and smells like pork?
A. Kermit’s finger.
Huang feihong see clams. Huang feihong ate sea clams. Huang feihong gets stomach clamps.
Where is tbe mother of all pearls?
Damn you sheep! I thought it was our “little secret”!
Expensive date.
No thanks. I prefer my crispy pork stomach a bit more ominous.
The secret to the little sheep is that it’s really made with chicken.
“…Or the away poor foot.”
I’ll have the secret little sheep. Oh, and a glass of your best Woolite, please.
Old joke: A ventriloquist visits a farm and encounters a farmhand. As a joke, the ventriloquist throws his voice so that it sounds like it is coming from a cow: “How are you, city boy?” The farmhand is frightened and says, “If the sheep say anything, it’s a lie!”
Your mother was a small yellow croaker and your father was a secret little sheep!