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The favourite music of menstruating women, without a doubt, is rag time. Period. Especially the flowing melodies and bleed violins of the London Philtamponic, whose works are best played PMSimo.
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Loading...Nietzsche joined Facebook, and Thus Poked Zarathustra.
(16 votes, average: 4.75 out of 5)Loading...In Bangalore, many things are prohibited.
(9 votes, average: 4.44 out of 5)Loading...I asked my dyslexic friend to define dyslexia. He said “Dylsexia: when you have sex with a dill pickle.”
(17 votes, average: 4.53 out of 5)Loading...Predicting the wind is a vane pursuit.
(9 votes, average: 4.78 out of 5)Loading...I get upset about Asian canine-smugglers. They really know how to pooch my Bhutans.
(10 votes, average: 4.90 out of 5)Loading...I got a bad haircut in Stockholm. Now I’m parting in such Swede sorrow.
(9 votes, average: 4.67 out of 5)Loading...During my time as an executioner, I made sure to be head of the game, by acquiring a unique skull set, from the time I was a guillotiney bopper. I got gallowing reviews which was always excellent noose. Even though I hung my clients out to dry (though sometimes I got them stoned) I never faced the firing line. Of course, the work is no longer shocking; these days the business won’t survive without capital injections, which makes me sigh at night. My goal nonetheless is to fill every day with poisonable experiences.
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(14 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)Loading...A famous composer was also a cyclist. But he refused to ride his new bach, because of the handel bars. So he took it back to the chopin began to rattle off a lizst of complaints. “Grrr… Schwinns,” he cried. But the store owner didn’t understand his unwillingness to ride. ‘Hey, it’s beets hooven‘ he said, ‘especially if you’re bizet! I was hoofin’ the other day, and got gum on my schubert!’ Riding is certainly better than taking de bussy; except if your bike is too heavy. This fellow’s ride weighed 20 kilobrahms! He took a ride by a painter’s castle once and admired the moat’s art. But some half-German, half-Russian idiot almost ran him over – what a scheisskopfsky! The composer fell headlong into a dog turd: a wipeout of operatic proportions – it was poo-chinny! He almost baroque his face, and was so shamed he went into haydn. Lessons learned? Cycling is a taste one must a choir. But if you decide to give up halfway through a ride, de bussy now comes with a bike-rachmaninoff!
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