Aerogram said:

Will you stop

avoiding the salami?!

Cross-examination revealed that 2the9's had a great deal of experience playing with the salty dermal brakes.

Ooh a Princely one!

The film shocked audiences nationwide with its frank depiction of two men releasing the paisley object.

It looks a bit like this thread is beginning to dust the sweaty bulldog, if you know what I mean.

I spent the night nibbling at the one-eyed buttery cotton candy, if you know what I mean.

Lleena said:

Nonsense. I can face the sausage and squirt (with the right bottle of condiment, of course).

thescandalouslife said:

Yah, sure. More like you were tenderizing the gecko.

ian said:

Shut your pie hole and stop stirring shit.

(Ok, maybe these aren't euphemisms... )

"Munching the red incandescent chateau."

I don't have a sentence for that. Or a target.

I just like it.

My grandma's euphemism for oral sex was "Cleaning the bellybutton."

2the9s said:

Of course, back in my day we called it beating the screaming laundry.

If you know what I mean.

Wow...looks like I missed a lot while I was out skimming the mountain goat when I could have been here burying the lucky wookie
[This message was edited Mon Oct 14 6:16:16 PDT 2002 by applekisses]

...I have been up all night...and I still cant come up with one...

2the9s said:

Hey, that avatar belongs to HarelyQuinn! Give it back.

sag10 said:

I tried jocking yours sweetcheecks, but I couldn't find it.

i would definitely like to offer M___ a prolonged brick enema

What a great thread!! I've been away, busy, plowing the caves and freeing the goodness people... if you catch my drift

See? I spend a little time away, get bored of this site... Yet unbeknownst to me, they were all tickling the chocolate polka in my absence. Marvellous!!

this is one my ex bf told me once...

The giant purple yogurt slinging monster.

MostBeautifulGrlNTheWorld said:

Heh, heh! You should have seen your face! You looked like you were smurfing the lucky nether baton when he told you that!!

Therapy said:

Jeeze man this thing is addictive!! I think I feel a story coming on...

Well, one day, I was making my way over to my mums house on the bus when my son started complaining a little bit. I thought he was a little bit uncomfortable, so I moved seats. I was happily seated and comfortable. Then, I had to sit next to some crazy guy on the bus who was apparently
mangling the invisible purple basket. He just invited himself to sit there when my sons feet quite clearly were taking up the seat next to me (he was seated on my lap). I politely mentioned to him that infact, there was no room and that there were two seats and two people sitting there, never mind the fact my son is on my lap. I asked if he could move. Cross-examination revealed that he had a great deal of experience shampooing the dungeon. If you get what I mean. So I just left him to sit happily next to me while we carried on with the journey. Needless to say, I promptly began flensing the sweaty pocket canyon. At that point, it all got too much, so I had to say 'Will you stop chastising the sweaty flesh yak?!' politely. This journey was taking on new meanings all the time. He moved a bit closer and then poo, I caught a wiff of his breath. Booze. He was so drunk, he was literally chastising the Spanish pork cheese. I rang the bell to get off the bus. 'This is not an appropriate place for paddling the bandit' I told him and pushed past him to get off the bus.

I have now recovered from my ordeal and purchased a car.

Damn editholes.
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Some favourite ones that come to mind:

1. Wrestling with the bald headed champ.

2. Singing into the fleshy microphone.

3. Knocking the top off it.

Flicking the pip
Trampoline knickers