Quotes / Six-Word Memoir!

No need for the syphilitic buttcankers! They come alive in the shrills of moontide. Well done for reviewing after the item had been switched off. It must be your voodoo hurties that does do it.

I’m sure it’s about time zones, but we’ll go with the voodoo whatsits. It makes me sound more fabulous than simply admitting I’m in Canada and we’re slow here.

Canada comes in several layers of dangerous beauty. Several of them are lactose, several are sucrose, and I believe the third is mangose. Remember to take the walnuts and rephrase them at your peril!

I adhere to the laws of walnut rephrasal irreproachably. Rest assured, good comrade!

WAG THE INSULTERS. COMMA COMMA ELLIPSIS.

I think there’s plenty to grasp. Come on! Buxom AND betesticled? It’s a virtual buffet of cop-a-feel!

People.

Very enlightened response.

Heh heh. I am the small-shaped argwag of Jessum. SALT THE SINUS!

He’s just being coy. He’s the flummoxed, bespectacled  Liechtensteinian. I had him over for molasses taffy only yesterday.

Yes… and you promised a doggy bag! I will have mine wrapped in the silver-coated pelt of a humanoid. Next time around, I will wear the seraphic duffel coat. No toggles!

Heh heh. When you exist beneath the shaded alpine squats of silus, planning another tryst with the goodly wolves who shift and reshape their dreams hat-style, you can do nothing but CALLOUS CALLOUS CALLOUS CALLOUS! SALT THE SIMON OF SINUS!