Booty Machine: Daily Experimental Guitar And Bass Podcast

It is yellow, it is strong, it flies through the air like a speeding bullet, it is Super Canary. He will be there whenever the poor and the needy will be in trouble, to whistle them an annoying and cute little song.

Dancing and rolling. Rocking and stomping, this is the steaming punk ska you all believe in. Funking and shacking. Sweating and freaking. This is the dance you all wish to loose your mind on.

This beautiful house has a grand backyard and a nonetheless huge swimming pool. The kids will love it and if you plan on a barbecue next week end, everyone will be delighted. Trust me, it's a bargain.

Linda, Olga, Ruth and Wendy where going to put some nerds on fire. These mini-skirts where so short, their legs so smooth, it was going to be easy to get the job done. All they wanted was their homework to be done by some nice and friendly nerds. Because the results had to be good.

Butt kicking until the day ends, butt kicking you will be king, butt kicking there are no rules, we are butt kicking and nobody's rocking, we are butt kicking, better than a sting.

Yo soldiers. Are you ready? The chinese restaurant is coming to us, we will resist. My ducks are ready, good. Let's make it a revenge and show that the best chinese food doesn't necessarily mean duck. Let's all hail for vegetarian, vegetarian!

I feel today that grated cheese and my love life don't have so much in common. And this is apart from the odor, the looks and the taste of it. My love life does not seem to melt on pasta nor pizza. And that's important.

Hard to tell you that another was. This stinks. You where all right, it does not smell good. Smells like fish or rotten rats. This is when we all hope a good wind will blow it away.

You will invest into beer making. And while you're at it, look at sesame and entrepreneurship, it seems promising. Sesame can be found everywhere from burger buns to salads, the wow factor is high with these seeds.

What are steaming blotovs? They are the feets of pink debelbillius birds. What is special about them is their orange hooks, and the small perspiration vents that steam when the weather is cold. Blotov was an adventurer and had discovered them by the mid-twentfifth century.

Monday morning, she was hungry. She was also late for work. She took a turbo fish and chips, ketchup and mayonnaise, and zoop she was behind her desk, full of energy and ready to carry on all the crucial things that needed to be done.

Boohoo, Linda and Markus too are very sad. Snif, it is finished and we will have to wait another year to live something as good again. These winter festivals are so cool, can't wait. Maybe next summer, maybe next spring. That'll make time go faster.

They though they could get me, but no. Ok, it was close and they are the smart crumble people, but I'm the one that resisted until now and I don't plan on letting down yet.

Any old man can tell you. Tranquility is round. Not that they have anything against squares, but that's how things are in the space and time of old men. Young women will tell you it's straight, but that is another story.

Horses run all in a grand family. He had maybe betrayed him a bit. Just a tad, but Pegasus is, was a horse, not, maybe half a man. Well nobody knows.

The field is good for any kind of crop. Moreover, it is good for any animal you wish to feed. Sheeps, horses, cows, lamas, even small goats can find their meat on this kind of land. It is rich, I tell you.

Every week or so she'd go to the movies. Most often did she choose a romantic comedy to let herself slip out of her dull existence, maybe just for a few minutes. But today she went and saw the 'Elephant maniac hotdog' sequel, and she felt this was a sound and entertaining movie.

This is her, oh, and my funny friend herb. He's the one who invented the herb tea all our grammas drink before bed time. Not to diuretic, not to exciting, simply the best. He's also the guy with the smoke mixture, the herb one, yes, that herb.

Yes. We are all bar addicts. We are all ones that like to lay sitting and drinking. But sometimes a soul must eat, and there is a restaurant endeavour that we will all once realize.

Yesterday I was walking down the new avenue at central Dortmall. Midway through my small stroll, I was horrified. This was Sneaky Snaky the wild hog, hoggier than ever, running accross the parking lot, the one and only, or maybe the one of the two of them.