Remember 1996, when the republican candidate seemed hapless and cute? You could take signs with his name on them and rearrange the letters so they spelled "Olde." Ha ha! Those were the days. An attempt to relive them follows:
Clam in Panic!
Can-can, I limp!
I nip clan Mac.
Ahh. I feel better. This was An Bomb Idea.
WMD
Still searching for himself.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
A Daemon Bib / Niacin Clamp
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You knew when Anal Parish was added to the Con Inch Jam ticket that only good would come of it. I love that Piranha Las(s). Though they may not panic calm in, they've clearly shown that the manic can lip. And if they don't win the election, they can always start an A.M. Nap Clinic.
Just remember:
Rank John To Heal
With thanks to google
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