Summer on the VELD and I'd melt like LARD and that ain't no YARN.

Rolling on the floor, in great guffaw, my bride was worried, and felt I needed to be HELD, worrying I might be morphing into a TARD, but the boy, joined me in laughter, and apparently did not give a DARN.

Wondering how you keep getting into my HEAD I found someone to read the TARO who took my money and away did DART.

In your head????? I think a warning I must HEED, for dangerous TARN exists in there!! I might run into one of the Simpsons, most likely BART!!!

To keep it from scattering too much I keep it HELD together with a TURN of duct tape, not losing it all is the important PART.

If the tape fails, maybe we could WELD up something to keep you tOgether, we must let it cool prior to application, to avoid a nasty BURN, cause makeup would have you looking like a TART!

Hmmmm. Maybe we could MELD it with something from the BARN if it wouldn't smell like a FART.

Once, in the throws of laughter, I thought I be-HELD an angel, looking down on us with disapproval, but then she smiled as if pleased with our ongoing YARN, but we best be careful with our comments, lest she skewer us with a heavenly DART!!

I'll bet she's watching because she needs HELP stifling a YAWN, I'll keep doing my PART.

Last night I dreamed I was diving, I was cruising the KELP and looked down to find an anvil on the ocean floor, it was just after DAWN, and the light reflected off the still polished surface, it was a biggee, and I knew I could not get it out by myself, and it sent a DART into my heart to part with it. This addiction is getting wierd!!

Oh buddy, you need HELP! The only cure is to ship all that dangerous stuff far away where it can't hurt you anymore so you can relax and nap on the LAWN. Just ship it to me, I'm ready to do my PART. Anything for a friend!

To send my stuff to you would break my heart and cause my wife to YELP, I'd be put out of the house before DAWN, and would probably end up sleeping in a lawn CART.

We wouldn't want you YELD at and sleeping outdoors like a PAWN you could try sleeping in the drygoods dept at Wall MART.

I thought about getting a PMS retreat center built, I'm sure I could WELD something up, it might be a bit of a PAIN, but likely worth it, with a lockable door, I could even entertain a TART!!

I don't think there's anything that will withstand PMS, just trying makes things worse. A guy could find his manhood HELD by one who might GAIN some satisfaction modifying the PART.

That would certainly be **** Indescribable levels of PAIN, and certain to leave you on the medical CART.

Edited May 5, 200917 yr by steve sells
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Agreed. I'd WELL rather PEIN my head with a CAR'S bumper.

ya never can TELL what word might get deleted around here, sometimes I think I might just pop a VEIN in my head over it, hope I don't catch SARS!!

I didn't think that word would SELL. If it had I think I'd put on a VEIL and head over SEAS.

Overseas huh? I'll head PELL MELL over seas, especially to OZ, my buddy NEIL lives there, we are like PEAS in a pod!!

We could travel together and visit Dale in his DELL and Neil where he dwells would have aPEIL, then we could come home with exotic PETS.

In this FELL economy, with so many running to and fro, as if listening to the PIED piper, I'm glad to take the time to smell the roses, it's as good as it GETS.

It's WELL you do so now and then. My Mother taught me to never follow someone playing a RIED instrument, not if there are BETS or even if double dog dared!

so many SELL their soul to their careers, cheated and LIED to get what they want, and when the end comes, they are bitter, never realizing that the section of your life that should be devoted to artful expression brings happiness and joy, and makes life as good as it GETS.

And they TELL their LIES to themselves in order to make it seem okay as their sun SETS.