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When I see that leering Jesus there, arms full of long, thick cucumbers, it makes my Cavern of Shame™ clench with fear over the thought of what he might do with them...
I was playing trivia at a local watering hole last evening (and, yes, I did fucking WIN!!) and one of the team's names was "Crouching Woman, hidden cucumber".
I only do cucumbers in slices or sweet, sweet gherkins.
I've heard of "hiding the sausage" but "hiding the cucumber"? Makes me want to toss my salad. Although I suppose that's physically impossible. Unless you're Gene Simmons.
Ah yes, Goldman Sax. What a sweet note that is.
ReplyDeleteWhen I see that leering Jesus there, arms full of long, thick cucumbers, it makes my Cavern of Shame™ clench with fear over the thought of what he might do with them...
ReplyDeleteBukko: your comment just made my Cavern of Shame™ spit out a tour bus.
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And just what was that tour bus doing in there in the first place, young man?
ReplyDeleteBukko: About forty-five miles per hour.
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Then that would explain the skid marks in your jockey shorts...
ReplyDeleteGentlemen:
ReplyDeleteI was playing trivia at a local watering hole last evening (and, yes, I did fucking WIN!!) and one of the team's names was "Crouching Woman, hidden cucumber".
I only do cucumbers in slices or sweet, sweet gherkins.
I've heard of "hiding the sausage" but "hiding the cucumber"? Makes me want to toss my salad. Although I suppose that's physically impossible. Unless you're Gene Simmons.
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