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coevad was in Arizona and when saw Meteor Crater he determined it was actual a giant Fondue Pit from the Jarassic period...

Plook has now assembled a frightening array of dinosaur-sized glass receptacles in his increasingly unsecret basement to make his new blockbuster: "Jarassic Park"!

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The more I learn, the less I know.

Caputh is still waiting for his official franchise papers so that he can get Purgatory Ostdeutschland up and running. Now he has to hope that Plook includes a small jar of dino-fon-doo starter for the Jarassic Park section of his monument to Intelligent Design, or else the whole enterprise will never get off the ground. Be a sport, Plook! Help the guy out.

Pope Jim thinks he died and went to the Good Place. Nobody he knows is here.

Pope Jim had protesters at the Papal Apartment when it was discovered he was doing business with an German who was starting an amusement park dedicated such heresy as dinosaurs and evolution, his fondue donations are down 30 percent...

Plook posted out of pity. Pope and Plooks private postings are not sufficient enough for their friendship. When Jims 48hr reply quota isn't reached, action must be taken. That's when you get a rare double papal post. The secret basement fondue vats bubbleth over.

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ahhh...something to savor

coevad scared the Pope away like he was Linda Blair at Pea Soup Andersons...

Plook's latest product, microwaveable Chocolate Fondue In A Cup, hereinafter referred to as CFC, has been shown to cause vaginal warts and plookemia in post-menopausal females. If you are a member of this class, please contact Johnson, Cram and Harder, Attorneys at Law, 541-555-7734. $$$

Pope Jim tried to be more conservative Papal pile of money after the Amusement Park debacle with that German guy, he felt safe investing in CFC (Chocolate Fondue Cup), but is now being sued by KFC for trademark infringement...also it causes gas...

Plook tried to diagram that sentence above and failed. Even the Trendmonger walked away shaking his head.

Hold still PJ! There's a Bananaramitt slug coming out your ass! I told you those were Tea Party samples and not to touch. PJ likes to live and learn the hard way!

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I'm getting larger as I walk away.

KAPT.KIIRK thinks Frank named the album Broadway the Hardway because he had trouble finding the venue...

Plook likes his banana slugs with two shakes of salt and a beer chaser. The beer must be a double IPA.

Pope Jim has invested huge amounts of the Papal fortune on Fondue, banana slugs, and an ill fated amusemnt park venture with a German, he can only pray they don't the way of the Emu...

Plook left out a key word in his latest lie. Was it "go"? Was it "pave"? Was it "tickle"? Was it "irrigate"? Will he ever slow down and proof-read his chicken tripe? Does he really text this stuff on a Russian-made, coal-burning smart phone? Does it smell funny, like anthracite and borscht? And is he aware that more emus live on farms in Amerika than exist in the wild on Australia? Plook needs to consult with his doctor about a lobotomy reversal. Soon. E plookibus unum!

LMAO...

Pope Jim family are worried, he is spending all his time in the shed pasting Plook Posts on a white board trying to break the secret code...

Plookgo only pawn in game of life.

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coevad's lie makes no sense due to spelling and grammer mistakes, he should get his act together...

PLOOK! POT. KETTLE. BLACK. (Does this remind you of anyone?) Plook ordered a one-egg emu omelet with ham, Anaheim peppers, onions and and a delicate Muenster cheese sauce. It was too much. He couldn't finish it. He didn't even touch the home fries or the rye toast. He gave it to Gary the Blunder Dog. Gary inhaled it all in two bites, farted loudly and went back to tonguing his balls. Plook said wistfully, "Gee, I wish I could do that." Gary looked up happily, as if to say, "Be my guest, buddy."

Pope Jim miss so much gary that he try often to bring him play this game.

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Keep the great work!

That's true. BZZZZZ! You must lie, remember?

I came over to this site from DZW so that I could give Trendmonger some shit without getting blasted and suspended by Dweezil. So what happens? Big baby Trendmonger runs away with his tail between his legs. He doesn't post here anymore (although I'm sure he still reads it all). Hi, Gary, you big weenie.

ZutboF lashed himself repeatedly with a cat-o'-nine-tails as penance for forgetting to lie. Then he went to church and prayed for forgiveness for lying. It's a mad merry-go-round ride around here, isn't it?

Pope Jim thinks it will take far less to get Trendy back on the board. His next try will be to call him a vienna sausage. And if that doesn't work he'll work his way down to those little tiny fuckers that you dip into boiling fondue pots.

luck be with you, oh Papal one!

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coevad is pushing those mini sausages again since he currently has all is investments in Vienna...

Plook stole Lance Armstrong's bicycle and went joy-riding through Hollywood. While lighting a cigarette he crashed into a homeless guy and landed on the sidewalk right next to Peewee Herman's star.