http://www.madsci.org/cgi-bin/cgiwrap/~lynn/jardin/SCG Hours of fun, I tell ya. Seven donkeys and a concubine cannot compare with the tarnished sheen left in your path of combustion.
"Certainly your trout are more proseperous to vaccuum than the flying coachmen of Czar Nicholai!" I already knew that!
"The microfine network of eyes traversing your shoulders causes me to shudder in anticipation of the coming of the wondrous season of jaundiced eskimos and impotent Anglican priests." People are always telling me that!
Pickup lines: Your eyes glow like naked livers burning in the sun. Madame, ist thou donning space underwear? For thine ass doth lie beyond the physical boundaries of this world! Teacups smash, flounders ignite spontaneously in your presence. Your sweet voice is like the snap of a bra strap upon a sun burnt back.
"Madame, is thou donning space underwear? For thine ass doth lie beyond the physical boundaries of this world!" Well...I have absolutely no response to that.
"Les matins delinquents de ta fourchette pendue s'enrobent de noisettes étonnées pendant que ta baronne ne fait que rétrécir. Ça c'est la manche de l'amour intercale!" Ummm, a little help, please?
"Marmots will stick to you in Delaware." This software knows me more intimately than any person I have ever talked to or been with. Scary.
Soft sausages would gladly procreate in the bathwater of your verisimilitude. You wear your ears well, true to the testament of loose fitting flesh. Your love is like 1000 caucasian carnivores playing mumblety peg with an eggplant. The tiny sounds of ancient bees resound forth from the forrested coercions between your toes. Madame, your implement is admonishing me!
"the mornings delinquents of your hung fork are coated with astonished hazel nuts while your baronne does nothing but narrow. That it is the sleeve of the love intercalates!" it's called Google Language Tools
No, it's called being lazy and trying for a subtle joke instead of the actual answer. But thanks anyway.
