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I once got smackulated on the headlythumper I think because I ran into a runnemdowner bumper. My brainlybox was crammly full of fuzzy hummlysqueakers And there, before my eyelyballs, were all these pooklepeekers. I spiedulated pooklepeekers everywhere I seen, Some wuz white an’ some wuz black an’ some wuz ghosty-green. They flashlied on and blinkied off an’ scurried up an’ down An’ scared th’ kneeknocks into me while I wuz on th’ ground. They chaselified each other ‘round like pissants ridin’ scooters An’ tingulated me so bad they tickled my patooters. Then suddenately, they were gone...an’ all I saw wuz sneakers With footyploppers stickin’ in ‘em...no more pooklepeekers. I instigately reelizated just why God had made ‘em... They perspicate a feelumgood inside our hurtiladem. By swizzelatin’ up an’ down around them peeplesneakers, They keeps our minds off painey things... Thank God for Pooklepeekers.
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