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posted by salad fingers on May 1st, 2008 1:26 PM
were the scissors rusty per chance?
posted by salad fingers on May 8th, 2008 5:07 PM
oh i could plan a day full of treats for the fingers
posted by salad fingers on May 17th, 2008 10:45 AM
but the nettles... the nettles make the milk drop out from inside my teat
posted by salad fingers on May 29th, 2008 6:14 PM
mmmm. i wonder.... mr lincoln.... would you taste like sunshine dust?
mhmhmmhmh. sunshine dust.
posted by salad fingers on May 29th, 2008 6:16 PM
oh, i assure you i am an authenticated being... just let me go sit in my safety cubard till my long lost brother returns from the great war
posted by salad fingers on May 29th, 2008 6:19 PM
those aren't ghosties, those are my friends. they were elected as such and so they are.
posted by salad fingers on May 1st, 2008 12:13 PM
i like to rub my salad fingers accross rusty things... it feels almost orGasmiC.
posted by salad fingers on June 3rd, 2008 11:27 PM
mmmmm there is something about the hollow shells that speaks to me...
posted by salad fingers on June 6th, 2008 12:50 PM
1 2 3 4 Next >> how can sunshine dust get... worse?
are you sad that i haven't tasted you?
...because i can...
*lick lick lick*
Oh Ben are you back? I've missed you so. You taste like soot and poo! I shalln't play with you till you've had a wash!