It's a common story, really. It has the usual elements that one would expect. Monkeys clashing symbols, brains in jars, whispering clowns, robots of all creeds, sinister air-ships, inexplicable organs, rotisserie baseball and the frenzied lashing of long, ropey tentacles just to name a few. I enjoy to dream of a world devoid of the designated hitter. I am inscrutable at times and yet at other times I am easily scruted. Snits often run freely in and out of my fleotus. I am unsure how comfortable I am sharing anything else so early in the relationship.
ampleasteroid, Jun 19, 2007:
GiaNt HaMburGer is deLicioUs and YummY.
ThanK you, Yes, yes, Mr HamBurGer for your FrieNdLy frieNdship!
Giant Hamburger, May 17, 2007:
OHE!
You speak the unspoken language of birds fluently.
You are my first commentator.
They can never take that away from us.
onehugeeye, May 15, 2007:
Giant Hamburger, Apr 26, 2007:
If you were here I would swath you from hair to toe in the perfumed entrails of recently killed platypode and treat you to the looping, high-stepping dance of my people.
I would serve you pickled tree barks and aromatic mosses that evoke a splendorous age once forgotten.
To enchanting beats I would twist my supple body from one luxurious position to another whilst indulging the exotic whims of each and every one of you.