My birds? Stoned.
12d 6h ago by lemmy.world/u/The_Picard_Maneuver in curatedtumblr@sh.itjust.works
My cannon? Loose. My boat? Rocked. (Because of the loose cannon.)
My worm, eaten.
my mom's face, stepped on.
My rocks, thrown.
Temba, his arms wide.
Lemmy, the comments posted.
I'm having way too much fun with this
That bridge? Reached & crossed.
And under that bridge? Water.
And out of that water? A fish.
And into a frying pan I presume
Briefly, before going into the fire.
is that a normal cooking fire or did the river catch fire again
You didn't have the courage to write "came to." 🌉 🥵
I misread the instructions and burned mine. I was soo close to getting the full list right.
Eh, water under the place-where-the-bridge-used-to-be.
Reached, crossed, and burned down.
My monkeys? Brassed.
Funky.
town
Your cold Medina? Funkied.
barreled?
My monkey? Spanked.
Your jimmies? Rustled.
My monkeys? in a barrel.
With the fish that you shot?
Your goose being cooked is a bad thing though?
hey everyone look at salmonella tom here likes his goose raw
I like my geese free and thriving
they will be free to thrive in my belly.
Well look at Mr Many Baskets. I keep mine all in one, much more efficient and nothing can possibly go wrong. Surely.
your milk?
Uncried over?
Lapped up
oh the cat's gotten into it again
How you gonna write all that and forget about horses
My shit? Worked out.
My bulls? On parade
My slugs? Salted.
*salty
Lucky birds
My coffin? Nailed.
Hotel? Trivago.