Swanson was released from the Mental Hospital... his condition is stable, as long as he cooperates with his doctor's orders to not go near any ponds from now on.
0 Members and 5 Guests are viewing this topic.
Quote from: Pyraxis on August 09, 2008, 08:22:28 PMI think they're supposed to be little green slug things that are crawling inside her breasts.Thank you for the explanation!
I think they're supposed to be little green slug things that are crawling inside her breasts.
You'll never self-actualize the subconscious canopy of stardust with that attitude.
What the hell planet are those slugs from? Not like any slugs I've ever seen. Don't even have their wiggly lil' antennae. Or their slimy trails...
Quote from: The Member Formerly Known As Sophist on August 10, 2008, 09:16:45 AMWhat the hell planet are those slugs from? Not like any slugs I've ever seen. Don't even have their wiggly lil' antennae. Or their slimy trails...More on slugs here.
"That does not have to be. Herbert Gossel, found the solution; a solution, that both of benefit of the environment as also our purse and our comfort comes - a few few snail granules satisfy, and one has the snail trouble in the grip."But the first step is a killer:"1. to wedge in 1-3 snail granule in the drag"
Quote from: odeon on August 12, 2008, 02:33:01 PMQuote from: The Member Formerly Known As Sophist on August 10, 2008, 09:16:45 AMWhat the hell planet are those slugs from? Not like any slugs I've ever seen. Don't even have their wiggly lil' antennae. Or their slimy trails...More on slugs here.You are hermaphrodites with (exceptionally) autogamy :lol:
Brain Bleach for everyone, my treat!
Quote from: ozymandias on August 12, 2008, 07:30:12 PMBrain Bleach for everyone, my treat! i don't want my brain bleached, though, cos i like to remember those.
Quote from: Lucifer on August 13, 2008, 02:40:32 AMQuote from: ozymandias on August 12, 2008, 07:30:12 PMBrain Bleach for everyone, my treat! i don't want my brain bleached, though, cos i like to remember those. One look was enough... I'm laughing again. My poor head.
The poor snails.