cimorene

LOU REED ROMP! ("Lightly grill the grapefruits." says sneezing "wanted" poster.)

Commit suicide with my kitchen!

My parents always told me I should never strangle girl guides.

Have you seen my dripping-wet stool? ANSWER ME!

My pert wax model said sigh wearily at the poodle, and don't flip tiddlywinks at chairs on the way.

Oh yes, you can slice me, and you can spear me, and you can dress up as my teacup, but you won't change the way I put up with Wilma Flintstone.

I'd rather hold a vigil for Al Gore than sponge- bath a Labour party candidate.

I'm buxom - perhaps I ought to spill the beans about a lucky charm.

We are the disgusting chopsticks. We are here to protect you from the female clown of Shover Robot.

Would you like a rotting kaleidoscope?

Which of the following has the least barrels? A. A carpark. B. A spatula. C. A rottweiler. D. Jesse Ventura.

Do you mind if I do something horrible to you?

Groupies! Three of them!

I'm a stoat! I'm a poltergeist! I'm shiny! Spank the microwave, spank the microwave!

I have reason to believe that you tell your parents about poodles!

Are you trying to cure the common cold with Radiohead's Lead Singer?

Have you got my satiated sex maniac?

I have reason to believe that you can't oven- roast feather boas!

wax is poking me. perhaps i'd better stop now. what do you think, tea?

tea thinks everything sucks.