Booty Machine: Daily Experimental Guitar And Bass Podcast

She would have tossed away all her hopes. A long time ago, someone had thought she'd live a life happy and free. That one's to be today away, she is seldom used but so obtuse.

Sam, Minty, Rodge, Bobby are cute little puppies. Once in a while they reunite. They go for a round in town. They like to jump and bark, they like to stroll and make weird faces. Sometimes they just are funky puppies eating marshmellows.

Cut them, cut the damn pilosity up, cut the hairs up in three. Or I'll do it. C'mon, don't be a fool, do it, be a man.

Hey mom, did you check them up? I can't figure out where they've gone. Haven't you by any chance figured out if the kids are at the barber's? Or have the kids gone down the block? Naaa.

Today I will reach my calculator. I will check it all up. It needs to work fine, no miscalculations will be allowed because the outcome is so important. I will enter digit by digit until I get the answer to the most crucial calculation ever. Hundredthirytwo plus one minus one doesn't give the answer you'd expect.

Turn the engine on, roar the pistons, make the wheels scream, let the oil boil and the wind flow over the shield. Excite your bumper, a little not more, and make the run a successful one. You're a champion.

He was suffocating. The hit had been stronger than one could imagine, the airbags did work well, but this was too strong for even the toughest man. He couldn't really breathe, and suddenly he struggled "several times a year is wear..." before stopping, for ever. The mystery was unsolved.

Hmmm so good. Jenny finished her share of the dessert long ago. She did like it and wished to do the same for her next girlfriends' event. However what she doesn't know, to her future deception, is that the receipe for the cake is long gone.

Some thought fine to joke and leisurely take on their daily activities. Some even giggled, whistled in ease, sang happy little songs. You might be warned: I do not laugh at work, beware.

Horrible was the scene. Steaks and sausage fragments all over the place. A few ribs, some liver and a bit of tenderloin could be found still stuck on the wall's red surface. It was a real carnage at the butcher's. And all due to this week-end's planned barbecue party...

Happy. That's how Jeff felt about his evening ride to the disco. He was feeling frivolous and bounced all over the dance floor. And to his great surprise, eleven jumps and the nice lady goes horny.

In the cage you could feel the chill. The beasts are hardly manageable, and the faintest drop of sweat will just make you a perfect bait. Gladfully, Harold was the sausage master, he was the only one to master them in every occasion.

To be polite you could fetch the butter croissant. But err on the face of all the manners you try to elaborate and your profile will loose all credibility, including the one with the croissant.

I like to run in the morning. I like to look at the sky. I wish sometimes I where a bird, that I could fly. I am all nuts. And that is when the trees salute you.

Nothing beats the beating you can get from the rain, the penetrating coldness of a thick british fog. You may like fish and chips, and all will match nicely together, you like the streets of London in bad weather.

This is not an ordinary cow. She did it all, climbed the everest, the k2, had gone to space, ran the marathon, and even survived the feria. She was proud but showed it with a classy subtility. This was Ole, and ole la vache est de retour.

For weeks it had rained. This was an exceptional time of the year when the elements would go through you, freeze you in a incredible humidity making you feel like if you where swimming in a cold pond. Anita, as only a vengerous spanish rebel could speak was direct: despite the weather take a hotdog.

She had long ago decided to switch her chihuhaha (who can spell that correctly, hm) for one of those hip new tunafishes from the petgrocery on fifth avenue. Tunafish can make an easy pet, and they are gentle too.

This is a great feeling. It has finally happened, and as everytime the sun puts its hand onto the job, thing come true. The tulips are growing, and this is really a great sight.

You're lost. Let me help you. You know, the path you followed yesterday to get your coffee. Well, just take the next elevator on the left just before you get out. There it will be.