I saw that Big Frank and Yukon were banned, quite a common occurrence over the years.

Yes through out the years this was true. However I think as they matured (got old) they mellowed out. (yellowed).

As far me I have got mean as a snake, but don't tell Kay King. She thinks I'm this gentle older statesman.

Ken

tbh, summonin' past classics before me is bettah achieved by watchin' musself do yogah in the mirrah.

I may be closah to death now than when I was like a 5yo, but my butt is way dinkiah than 2 pickled onions sinkin' into swamp.

I glisten, I am way neat to chomp on, an' if'n you can handle my vinegah I will repay you in the freshest of evident CRUNCHY.

Less'n, course, you sum kinda dipsh-centric bein'.

tbh I gaht no ideah what you gotta do to get banned HURROUND here no more.

Where once I was a maverick, now all I gaht to proffer are the ramblings of an inconsequential cunnyhole.

For sure I had T-shirts done, but they misspelled inconsequential which is prolly why I naht faymuss now like Brad Pitt.

Or Satan.

Actschwlly, yeah, I remembah now ... I gaht banned here for mentionin' Satan.

As the histry of glorifiable mortyools turned out, I believe I was bein' accidentally prescient.

Huh!

** My frickin' braino! **

Anyways, you wanna do yogah fronta the mirrah without dyin' from your own rufflehexschwaahn, likely I gaht TIPS.

Such is the suckable fullness of pickled onions, I guess, with or without moderately sensayshnyool yogah pants.

Or zucchini twined on out into a DNA kinda structyoore gotta grace your plate bcs for sure it ain't gowin' anyplace else less'n you can relax out all jellyfish.

See?



(An' if'n you wanna quibble that, remembah this is my hoppinyouahn & naht yours.)

My view?

As of now?

History is incendiary asya wanna make it.

An' that is why we still gaht noplace to stage dinosaur ballet.

Tellya, we gaht the theaters, them plucky ole 85 ton lumpsa shit would be shimmyin' their schwango like crayzee like there was no tamara!

20/20 hindsight AND rose colored glasses....damn, you're good!

Neat imagry, Danno.

See bcs if'n you laid a regulah Cadburys on stomacha Circumererence Doom, likely melta the stuffs would jus' be messy.

Cheryl. Hosepipe. "Why, you don't love me no more, melting that chocolate on your stomach rather than crafting it into heart-shaped fancies specially for my pleasure."

Toblerone advantage lies in the noogerty molecyooles embedded within.

That is why it SHAPES ITSELF ovah evry curve as it melts.

Nevah drippin' away.

Jus' huggin' as gravity compels ... an' no more.

Mathematically exotic triangulah structures lofted in a once-in-a-lifetime parabola toward the heavens jus' above the navel.

Less'n Cheryl drahps TWO Toblerones on the guy while he sleepin', an' it is here we progress beyond crude mathematics to essential romance.

Bcs for sure I would love for sumone to lay out Toblerone on my boobies this way, but I gaht volume issues mean that triangle arc is more like steps up the sidea a pyramid.

Squido gals rule on Toblerone melto smarts, I guess.

Main thing is ... dontcha jus' wanna lick chocklit offa yr faverit people!

Tellya, I gaht a place nearnuff close to my heart for them Scramble Evryplace chocklit raisins.

An' my Boobie Science Exercise app says I gaht a Squish Factah of 3.654 for 'em, plus also kumquats, which is above avridge for gals my height.

That is a sweet kinda affirmative considerin' so many pointahs suggest we all gonna be devoured by Satan.

Jus' to check btw -- you snappin' off the Toblerone withya fingahs or jus'chompin' on in?

(Natchrlly if this wain't Ahf Tahpic, I would also now gotta ask if'n nowan jus' drops the whole triangular romp down their throat without even takin' the wrappah off. The ****in' heathens!)