in a less than happy mood... so i played with
http://www.madsci.org/cgi-bin/cgiwrap/~lynn/jardin/SCG The spark of intelligence in your blinking eyes is not unlike the glow from the teeth of an electrocuted axe-murderess.
Your moist towelette speaks to me in lather as the disgruntled post man listens attentively in Yidish, pumping only an iron to the mini-van.
In caressing your follicles I am only vaguely reminded of the bitter harvest.
Bleed me! My memory is fried with your pork!
The seared runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous cardinals setting a spanish villa ablaze.
Your presence reminds one of a blind jackal, eternally dependent upon misguided archbishops to provide instruction in bowling.
there were tons more, this is goign to occupy most of my night