savor the reed of the bleating sax
― remy bean in exile, Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:46 (twelve years ago) link
the want of a window cures the house of misery
― Sad Banter (p much resigned to deems), Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:47 (twelve years ago) link
where a family prey they will stoop
to an old goose all fresh eggs are dubious
― Julie Lagger, Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:49 (twelve years ago) link
woe betide the fool who courts the woman with ashen cheeks
― remy bean in exile, Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:49 (twelve years ago) link
a wednesday bride will never want for clothes pegs
strike a man and you will soon see his kettle
― Sad Banter (p much resigned to deems), Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:50 (twelve years ago) link
only a straight road hides oncoming tractors
― Julie Lagger, Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:50 (twelve years ago) link
the lonely taverner and the cannibal are seperated only by the width of an axe
― remy bean in exile, Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:51 (twelve years ago) link
the cantankerous man will never find satisfaction in the ostrich egg lay-by of the full moon of Pisces
― yes this is the real (snoball), Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:52 (twelve years ago) link
The more shoes, the greater the walking
― ledge, Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:52 (twelve years ago) link
the long road turns twice for the hedgehog
― Sad Banter (p much resigned to deems), Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:52 (twelve years ago) link
a badly intonated piano is no better than a wet towel flung at a speeding pensioner at midnight
― yes this is the real (snoball), Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:53 (twelve years ago) link
never a wink in the eye of a donkey.
― thomasintrouble, Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:53 (twelve years ago) link
the third wheel makes the wheelbarrow
― CaptainBurlapSax, Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:53 (twelve years ago) link
every thyme thy counteth magpies, thy parsley increaseth
― yes this is the real (snoball), Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:54 (twelve years ago) link
when the milkmaid's away, the cows speculate
― Sad Banter (p much resigned to deems), Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:54 (twelve years ago) link
going east on a cross-eyed yak
― CaptainBurlapSax, Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:54 (twelve years ago) link
A head full of plans is like strong cheese to a blind man
― ledge, Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:55 (twelve years ago) link
no amount of remorse will make a cheese roll uphill
― yes this is the real (snoball), Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:55 (twelve years ago) link
a man with a turkey will never go wanting
― dayo, Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:55 (twelve years ago) link
three bells ringing is worry to a bogsnorkler
― Sad Banter (p much resigned to deems), Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:55 (twelve years ago) link
a fell road that covers no heath.
― thomasintrouble, Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:56 (twelve years ago) link
a menstrual jewess is a treasure in Rome
― remy bean in exile, Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:56 (twelve years ago) link
an extinguished pipe contains no more wisdom than a damp twig being thrown at the moon
― yes this is the real (snoball), Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:57 (twelve years ago) link
north winds bring undecidedness to the child
― Sad Banter (p much resigned to deems), Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:57 (twelve years ago) link
The sparrow tied to the branch knows only whence the wind comes
― ledge, Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:57 (twelve years ago) link
who eats on a feastday angers the tinker
― Sad Banter (p much resigned to deems), Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:58 (twelve years ago) link
neither rose nor lily shall tithe the dawn
― thomasintrouble, Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:59 (twelve years ago) link
no good ever came from a fart in a shoebox
― yes this is the real (snoball), Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:59 (twelve years ago) link
A bottle for a bean, a petal for a queen
― ledge, Wednesday, 30 November 2011 23:59 (twelve years ago) link
two issues behind in the Times
― CaptainBurlapSax, Thursday, 1 December 2011 00:00 (twelve years ago) link
thine pendulous appendages impresseth not the shanty town beagle watching turkey of Eastbourne
― yes this is the real (snoball), Thursday, 1 December 2011 00:00 (twelve years ago) link
A child thrice blessed with Asphodel never needst fear for shadows at the witching hour
― remy bean in exile, Thursday, 1 December 2011 00:00 (twelve years ago) link
a king can look at a cat
― Sad Banter (p much resigned to deems), Thursday, 1 December 2011 00:00 (twelve years ago) link
never tarry twixt shop and Harry
― yes this is the real (snoball), Thursday, 1 December 2011 00:01 (twelve years ago) link
you can love a blind man
― good webinar (ha ha I'm having a fantasy), Thursday, 1 December 2011 00:01 (twelve years ago) link
Accept ye not transport from robéd men leading badgers.
― remy bean in exile, Thursday, 1 December 2011 00:01 (twelve years ago) link
fashion makes pants
Does take but a moment of timeto marinade the fealty of line
― yes this is the real (snoball), Thursday, 1 December 2011 00:02 (twelve years ago) link
you can't have your ache and treat it
― Sad Banter (p much resigned to deems), Thursday, 1 December 2011 00:02 (twelve years ago) link
who builds his house on sand best plan for visitors
― Sad Banter (p much resigned to deems), Thursday, 1 December 2011 00:03 (twelve years ago) link
Remember, lest thou wanteth trouble,that double bubble rubble gubble
― yes this is the real (snoball), Thursday, 1 December 2011 00:03 (twelve years ago) link
as from resoluteness springs incontinence, so from excess orderliness follows hemorrhoids.
― remy bean in exile, Thursday, 1 December 2011 00:03 (twelve years ago) link
five gundams for no one
― good webinar (ha ha I'm having a fantasy), Thursday, 1 December 2011 00:04 (twelve years ago) link
all yoghurt need not curdle
― remy bean in exile, Thursday, 1 December 2011 00:04 (twelve years ago) link
The velvet sprouts of dawn do not revel in their chocolateyness, for they have formed the trifecta of the diptych
― yes this is the real (snoball), Thursday, 1 December 2011 00:05 (twelve years ago) link
there can be no peace at home where the horse goes unmilked
― dayo, Thursday, 1 December 2011 00:05 (twelve years ago) link
As regrettable as a cock-snipe
― ledge, Thursday, 1 December 2011 00:05 (twelve years ago) link
a wise man without olfactory sensesknows no nose
― Sad Banter (p much resigned to deems), Thursday, 1 December 2011 00:06 (twelve years ago) link
show me a rose and I'll show you a girl named Sam
― Dr Morbius, Thursday, 15 December 2011 18:17 (twelve years ago) link
A loving man will desire losing, a loving woman will desire chocolate
― lebateauivre, Thursday, 15 December 2011 18:18 (twelve years ago) link
every deck of cards may be filed down, but not every gambler is a prince!
― dell, Thursday, 15 December 2011 18:18 (twelve years ago) link
advice may be easily whispered to a pugilist, but in reality is best saved for his tailor
― dell, Thursday, 15 December 2011 18:20 (twelve years ago) link
If you want to catch birds, slam a stick into a bush
― lebateauivre, Thursday, 15 December 2011 18:20 (twelve years ago) link
shopping chastens the man who loveth to spackle
― dell, Thursday, 15 December 2011 18:21 (twelve years ago) link
fair ladies are like coupons for Burger King, often portenting a ring in the alcove
― dell, Thursday, 15 December 2011 18:27 (twelve years ago) link
many is the heart which pineth after a Dove Bar, few are the chocolateers willing to suck soap
― dell, Thursday, 15 December 2011 18:28 (twelve years ago) link
when a man visits your house clutching a jar of Vlasic Pickles to his bosom, best to burn any unsorted laundry posthaste
― dell, Thursday, 15 December 2011 18:30 (twelve years ago) link
when your Rice-a-Roni begins to boil, consider a move to Detroit
― dell, Thursday, 15 December 2011 18:31 (twelve years ago) link
a man without slippers may lie contentedly forever. a man without a subscription to Vanity Fair will fail to elicit hugs even from his undertaker
― dell, Thursday, 15 December 2011 18:33 (twelve years ago) link
a Belorussian playing football is like a pagan turning water into Gatorade; only the gnashing of teeth can follow
― dell, Thursday, 15 December 2011 18:35 (twelve years ago) link
when in the vicinity of a Wendy's Restaurant, best to pocket one's sherbet
― dell, Thursday, 15 December 2011 18:37 (twelve years ago) link
why pine for McDonald's french fries, when there are children in El Dorado with no 7-11 Taquitos?
― dell, Thursday, 15 December 2011 18:39 (twelve years ago) link
in the event of Pomeranians, best to urinate outside of a Motel 6
― dell, Thursday, 15 December 2011 18:41 (twelve years ago) link
there are two virtues to defecating in a Sbarro's pizza. neither of them involve anchovies
counting tampons before menstruating is like petting an igloo during a heat wave-- neither will fatten your wallet or bring gladness to your heart
― dell, Thursday, 15 December 2011 18:43 (twelve years ago) link
there are only three things that would-be bartenders love more than promotional coasters-- upended swizzle sticks, henna tattoos and the Delaware state lottery
― dell, Thursday, 15 December 2011 18:46 (twelve years ago) link
if you meet an Udmurt on the way to the carwash, best to put down one's fruit basket and undo one's buttons
― dell, Thursday, 15 December 2011 18:51 (twelve years ago) link
15 years ago the swiftest road to misery was living in a luxury apt. building employing a concierge who moonlights as a Jay Leon impersonator. nowadays it is having Arsenio Hall as your houseguest for a month
― dell, Thursday, 15 December 2011 18:57 (twelve years ago) link
Scattered are the remants of tuesday's ghost
― CaptainBurlapSax, Monday, 19 December 2011 03:53 (twelve years ago) link
Until you beat your chest to the rhythm of the snow queen don't shave your legs
― CaptainBurlapSax, Monday, 19 December 2011 04:13 (twelve years ago) link
ran adrift the reign of Thunder Balls
― CaptainBurlapSax, Monday, 19 December 2011 04:28 (twelve years ago) link
if you haven't been in a magazine, then you can't tell me anything about the law
― Z S, Monday, 19 December 2011 04:38 (twelve years ago) link
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the groundWhere an old man of Aran goes around and aroundAnd his mind is a beacon in the veil of the nightFor a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a rightBut he'll never, never fight over you
― ledge, Monday, 19 December 2011 09:42 (twelve years ago) link
Ears are windows to the heart.
― Billy Dods, Monday, 19 December 2011 11:41 (twelve years ago) link
Whipping shitties in the field is sure to grow next autumn's yield.
― another suggestbanite (rusty flathead screwdriver), Monday, 19 December 2011 11:47 (twelve years ago) link
you can't read the leaves in a teabag
― bloating forecast: ruff swells (p much resigned to deems), Monday, 19 December 2011 14:20 (twelve years ago) link