Hey Everyone! Welcome to My Site! Enjoy the wonderful world of Merryness. Don't tip cows (or canoes for that matter). There are no schisms allowed here. You are required and forced to sign the guestbook, or else a mad wombat will eat you (he might eat your carpet as well). When you start to go crazy, ask yourself, "Did a dingo eat your baby?" Time for some crazy awesome American Lit charades :-P! Please note that playing croquet with a Wallaby is the only thing that is far more enriching than viewing this site. Burnt Toast Man is your idol... Say that 10 times fast... You can jump over the moon, however on this site, there is no leaping allowed (But you can wear Gold Shoes) No cartwheels either. You are to hail Dr. Malucci... You are not allowed to get vibes from any un-name-able Doctors. SKETCHY. Gerbil Shavings and Prairie Folk better rock your world. Just because you stick feathers up your deriere does not make you a chicken... nor does it make you give you CHAIDS. Intercourse with chicken cake will NOT give you CHAIDS. (Though beware of CHIV). Songs about the Flight Attendants, the Scarlet Letter, and WENT are strongly encouraged. Please note that we will someday be WORLD FAMOUS for our musical The Flight Attendant. Don't dive in pools with no water, its bad. And as Mr. Fraiser says, "Lead is sweet, eat it madly" whatever that is supposed to mean. Please wear a white skirt as you view this page ("I like the girl in the white skirt"). For Christmas, you better want what I want. (HAHA). You must behold the Bohemian ideals of truth, beauty, freedom, and Love. ("Love, all you need is love"). If Argintineans fall through your ceiling you better know the words to the Hills are Alive with the Sound of Music. Obey the words of the Prophet Eli: "I don't dump girls. They dump me." The word splice is to be used 23 times in every sentence. As Anthony Rapp once said: "Labels are for cans." Dude is he my idol. Your Mom. As Mr. Dostie says there are two (yea, How do you know she's a WITCH? SHe looks like one!)... Your mum. And Your mum's mum. No that mum is not a plant. YOu can be a nun, you can be a punching nun, but don't punch a nun. DOWN REX. Save the sea turtles. You better like scrubby dawgs. MOOOF. Lawn gnomes (to the G! to the N! to the O-M-E!) are pretty darn kewl. Get one or face... the KANGAROO. Okay, enough for now. So throw your kittens around your mittens (wait, is it the other way around?? haha). Please keep your hands inside the isles. Refreshments will be served at intermission! If all else fails, click your ruby slippers & Sing The Sun WIll come out Tomorrow... HFIF & NDBT! MOO! ~~~~~~~~~
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luv Merry :) |
