like orphaned Brazilian mutants. only without anything to gird their loins...
i'd like to see the force do this
Monday, November 26, 2007
after much travail...
hear ye, hear ye! a new word has been brought forth from the waters of creation! behold "bedungled!" she is much like her sister "befuddled," only with the added misfortune of dung! When next surrounded with the confounding riddles of nature and sinking in a mire of feces, call upon her and she will bless you with semantic bliss!
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- my buddy and me
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- the guy at the bus stop once said this to me:
- i was pulled from the river, and i can't explain this
- i'm not joking
- timmy? timmy!
- she sat at a typewriter, clicking away
- no one to tell us no, or where to go, or say we're...
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- you can't dry my eye
- like i'm some sort of futon
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