Explore anoiher dimention.

Beware the fingeY

Where are the red dogs?!

Demention oh oh oh fingeY

Feellinger….It was Heavenly.

I feel the middle finger

Anoiher demention: Ho Ho Ho.

GOD! That must have been quite some orgasm. She’s been talking like that for week now.

I fear the hand of the Nephilim, is afoot in this matter.

Thunder is what happens when somebody pulls God’s finger.

50% cotton / 50% anoiher (undefined)

Do not irony
Hand of God wash only

This shirt has long sleeves, to fit an orany ang or some other ape.

Just recently, I’ve been having an orgasm every time I sneeze four times in a row.

Don’t worry though, I’m taking pepper for it.

A dimention is another dimension where everyone is demented.

Therapy is available for OCD, but apparently not for OCR.

@Marum | 4:18 am: That’s one way to make sure your wife doesn’t ask you to do any dusting!

– Oh-oh-OMG! I’m feelinger finger!

Fecnos? That would be what the Irishman said when someone asked him what all this means. “Feck knows!”

Someone tried to rip off the lyrics of “Ain’t It Strange” by Patti Smith, and suddenly it all got so much stranger!

Pour madame, you get the hand of mairy.

This is your shirt.
This is your shirt on drugs.

Feelinger’s Hand is just Schrödinger’s Cat in anoiher dimention, oh

Hand of Trump I feel his fingers.

Pour Monsieur? Oui! I’ll have a triple brandy thanks.

@Big Fat Cat | 5:06 am: Oh oh OH!

Is that a Hand of God in your pocket or are you just happy to fingeY?

@Big Fat Cat | 5:06 am;
Edit: In anoiher dementia oh oh OH!

First came Engrish, then came Flench-Engrish.

Are you trying to evoke God or Cthulhu?

@UCiti -8:09
Flangrais?

@DNT 5:39am Cuz he offered me cheque book of gold!

Hand of God in three dimentions: fingeX + fingeY + fingeZ

Just what the he** is that language…Elf-lish?

Must be one of those UFO religions:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/UFO_religion

God: “Smell my finger!! It’s from your Holy region!!”

If you need to speak in tongues, please keep your fingeys out of your mouth.

And god sayeth unto Monsuiur: “Pull thee my finger. And let all your sons and daughters blame not the dog.” – Scatalogeans 6:32

I fecnos my fins quite often, it takes me to another dimention.

let’s open our hymrals to sing, “The Fingey of God”

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogroves
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Vogons, the third-worst poets in the universe!

Dementia Five!

We didn’t start the fingeY…