Art Hoist!

Arty writer man say, "This painting was on display in the museum's French wing, where there were also priceless works by Monet, Renoir, Gauguin, Manet, Picasso, and Matisse. With such pickings to choose from, the theft puzzled investigators." But Biminim see reason! Do you?

A New Curds?

America will not satay the curds? Mouthman of Washington, Ladies and Gentlemens, Mr. Tony Snow, gives new words to that freedom fight against the Turr. No satay curds! Are satay curds with bad flavor? Hmmm. The excellent word picture for new motions: A Table of Thyme! Mr. Tony Snow will place to the palate of the Wreckis: taste this new word picture. Taste it, taste it.

I Will Give You a Whisper

In Biminim there are nine sad stories. Did you want the time to listen to some lost sad things? Oh,okay, I will give you one tale. I call it "Terrible Heart of Sad Weeping if the Bicycle." In a traveling world, a man is young and other ways. Oldness. Putrescence. Adolphescence. The heart of a man has to want stuff. Sigh. I love an bicycle. Madly. I ride the simile of wind! All sad tales have sadness. Here comes that rascal man, that bicycle luster. Tip tip toe. Click. "Father, where can my bicycle go?" "Eat your bowl of rice, Biminim." Listen across time to a broken ventricle. A father weeps for wheels.

Secrets of Thailand!

Okay, the American people: in the Biminim umbilical country, that Thailand, all the people come for sexables. Donnerd Rumpskin likes an old head and long lady bosoms and then find at least one love jones. He cam to the beach of Phuket and he walk with a juicy thigh. Sometime a man from Norweden or Dentherlands see that things and say, "Mmmm. Uh huh." He strokes that sand with eager feet to capture Donnerd by the Rumpskin. That has a strong wind to it.

100 Reasons for American Love #93

Did the Viking discovers America? Oh, on what time? Ha ha ha. I give you a small goat. Hey! It is 31derful flavs! He is always with the mad beat and that sparkle smile. To all Americans of Africa: Fight the Powder!

Scarey Hirry!

Nephew Nim grabs American politic fever. "Jumping the bones of money, uncle," are his words. "The head of the power opens as a quick Thai bumping beetle." Repubican is that dance for him. "Open tuna for every person of less than blackie! Die scarey Hirry Crimpton Centaur of York, evil evil evil batch. Sexfriend Man Coulter (not asking; not telling) will have a testical fit in your pasty face." Careful, Nim! Splendid Conquers hides a while.

Hello, Friend!

Behold! Animal friend I call Splendid Conquers, the Biminim pet. That helmet of Ghengis: that is a mighty mojo for a splendid furry. In a long time Biminim hears the song on that alley weigh. Is a monkey dying? No. Does the weasel sprains? Negative. It is a conquer kitty of the mouse. Rawr rawr! Behold! Tiny cat of pussy--Splendid Conquers!

100 Reasons for American Love #94

Taste it in your brain? Nyquil gives the happy nightime of velvet dream. Warning! Do not take before the abattoir field trippings. rfd

Ssssshhh! Don't break secrets at the Kim Jungle!

Man Coulter (not asking; not telling) slap a hand to wood. "No, Kim Jungle! No adam bum in you!" Secret mission training for that angry person. A sky mission with a sheet and sneakers make the mission silent and trendy. Here comes a bullet with Kim Jungle riding.

Cars!

In America, cars want to drive! Yeah, they want that zooming to the action. They will drive the wet sexy streets of that metropolitan. Groove on, the car! They want boxes of American stuff! That place is far? NO! The car will zoom a person or a dog. American car, Japanese car, German car, all those cars make a person or a dog say, "Gimme that thing!"

The Evil Man to Americans TV

Howard the Mandrill is one man of sin. Holy American Fatman, will he strike him? On the TV Howard the Mandrill brings sexy sex ladies with shiny number boxes. To the innocent: choose! Numbers numbers numbers. Slippery friends to the innocent shout, "No Deer! No Deer!" The innocent jump and squiggles. Dancing dollars in the head eye proliferate kingdoms of kingdoms of American stuff. "Deer!" shout Biminim. "Deer!" shout Nim. One perky innocent, she jump and squiggles. She says, "No Deer!" and danced her. Sigh. $196,000 of loss; $750 of gain. A long journey in silence begin with one step of sin.

Nokia Really Haves the Bum?

Donnerd Rumpskin. His words are saying, "Kim Jungle haves the bum. Huh. Evil guitars are numbered. One, Two, Three. Iwreck. Irum. Nokia. Gorge, his words to the whirl: one, two, three. Hmmmm."

Nephew Nim the Tricker!

Nephew Nim the funmaster of Thailand! As the small person: ants in bad places? Where that Nim? Ha ha ha! Nephew Nim send to Biminim photo. Michael Jackson as small person. Ha ha ha, Nim! Tricker!

Soak and Drown!

Man Coulter (not asking; not telling) puts her face in music. Nokia and Kim Jungle haves the bum. Oh! Pain of head! Oh! Pain of feet! No sorrow: King Bear's marinate for her nasty toes. Then, the cheer! Kim Jungle who?

Kim Jungle Have the Bum?

Donnerd Rumpskin hears the words: Kim Jungle, Nokia Fatman of Power, haves the bum. Kim Jungle haves the bum? Will Kim Jungle share his adam bum? Will he produce to the Islam men of Iwreck the bum?

Hung Sings to Nokia Fatman Kim Jungle

He Bangs! He Bangs!
Oh, Baby
When he bangs, he bangs
World go crazy
'Cause he look like baby, but he bang
like a man
Like every power man in history with bum
He bangs! He bangs!

100 Reasons for American Love #95

If edibility equals existence, then Biminim is cherry EMT!

Nim has the correct words!

These are the words of the Nim sexfriend Man Coulter. (Not asking, not telling.) To love the bum? Nim has the correction. Good tidings to whirl Man Coulter has privacy of bum loving. What that smells? The bum.

American Funny Fatman

Johns Belushi is the dead man. Johns Candy is the dead man. Chris's Farley is the dead man. Fat laughers are the price of the belly death. Now is the new American Funny Fatman! Ho ho ho! Ladies and Gentlemens, Karr Loathe!

Nephew Nim

Nephew Nim is son of the brother of the Biminim. Lucky Nim live in America! He has the sexfriend Man Coulter (right). (Not asking, not telling.) Nim tells the uncle that Man Coulter carries many pounds. Ha! Nim say him and Man will visit to Myanmar to uncle Bim. Nim tells Biminim that Man loves the bum, but not the Nokia bum of Kim Jungle. Okay.

The Best!

The doctor has the bad news to Biminim. "Give the bad news, doctor," says this man to him the doctor. "It is the bad foot disease. Nasty toe." Biminim sigh for existence of Foot Wizard of Manhattan. "What will bring me safety?" "The only one of the cure is bubbling toe marinate." Biminim try and try the cures of old fashion medicine. No, it does not bring work! No, it does not bring work! But only the relief of one! King Bear. Put all them toes in. Leave them toes to the bubble. Relief! Praise it! And drinks it!

100 Reasons for American Love #96

See James administer the flaming axe punish, for the purple haze has brained him! What are we experienced? Genius!

100 Reasons for American Love #97

In America there is whirl time. Fast time, slow time, tweener time. Whirl time. Who has the best for time? Not in Nokia. Ever time Kim Jungle time. America will get Kit Kat time on the cock crow. That is jazzy time! That is rock time! Rock and role Kit Kat Clock!

Rice-A-Roni!

Wild Rice

After the manner of Sisqo

Wild rice, wild rice!
tongue of my heart tasting
you. I will put butter in a
happy pot of you.
Wild rice grows in the water,
the water. Wild rice!
Wild rice is cooking that water,
that water. Wild rice!
Can Biminim tame your
brainy grains? Oh ho,
let him bring Asian butter.
Grrrrrr! Steam
and mound of brown grains
in thong of starch
with man butter of Asia.

Loving Nokia Kim Adam Bum!

This is Hag. He is holy American fatman, two. Fire! Brimsbone! Pork lips! Adam bums give him teak for terror. The whirl is full of all the bad people to die in Pork Lips. He has the hairtender of Kim Jungle, do you brain it with Biminim? Give eyeballs to them. He says to the Nokia Kim, "Bad Kim! Yay, adam bum! Bring the Pork Lips!" Hag does no dancing.

Dizzy Gillespie of the Bum!

Here are the Kim Jungle, the Nokia fatman, master of the Nokia bum. Why Nokia loves the adam bum? It is no dancing in Nokia, no frosten-bitten phallus, no Nascar, no Monster Thickburger, no pork rinds. Why, Kim Jungle? Kim love the bum.

Uh-oh.

What that smell? Nokia have the Bum! All fatmen of America cannot stop Nokia from get the Bum! All their Bum are belong to them!

100 Reasons for American Love #98

Invalidate comparisons between cycling explosions of Arctic and Antarctic! Will toungue taste insensate crystals of sugar-molten morsels minted in melted minds of dwarves? Eureka! The frosten-bitten phallus demands the warm, which Biminim will provide! Will you watch if you cannot taste? Oh, to waste time watching while others are tasting! Only in America!

Meat Porno for Holy Fatman of America

Hey, he will not grunt with a sex lady. That crazyhead liquor is not his lust pie. Do the Hustler? Uh Uh. He only eats. Holy Fatman of America has the mind grunt for the big meat. What is the punish? Same for baby smash? No! Same for sex picture? No! There is no dollar punish for the mouthmeat.

100 Reasons for American Love #99

The Hustler? The Frug? Lindbergh's Hop? The M*A*S*H Potato? Do you have the jitterybug? (Don't drink the water in Mexico! ha ha ha) America: you make my foot cavort with my foot and friends. Everybody dance! Except . . . Holy American Fatman. He only eats.

King of Satanic Fatmen of America!

Remember you the shot heard round the girls? Satanic fatman down! Satanic fatman down! Remember you Holy American Fatman v. Satanic Fatman, Thurgood's Marshall stack proclaiming kinship of all fatmen forever? Whore, you say? Remember you Courtney's Hole? Biminim does!

Norm!

100 Reasons for American Love #100

America. Biminim will be your love slave. He will make a list of his love for all your spangled waves and grain. The first number it is the number last number of 100, to count upwards. That is pork rinds. Take that pig, kill that pig, put his fat in the hotter oil! Salt! Snacks for road trip with fatmen! Mmmm. My mouth faucets of saliva.

Road Trip!

Will America have peace of fatmen? Go to the road trip for these men and do camping with a place for the Group Hug. Radio Blaster. Fat Hastert. Holy Fatman. The Ted Kennedys. Bring the football fatman for driver: Johns Maddened! And have some room for snacks!

I Have Hard Love for America!

Are there words? There are no words. I weep only in love. America gives Jackass to the world.

Why, Mr. Teds Turnder, Why?

The home to the CNN is the Atlanta. Mr. Teds Turnder runs the CNN? So to ask Mr. Teds Turnder, Why? Months of the year pass like rolling stones, but where is Myanmar? To Mr. Teds Turnder I give the words: Fat Hastert! Holy Fatman of America! The Foley! And etseltzera. All the news not Myanmar. Where the Visa Christs are not slaying Biminim, he will go to CNN and give Mr. Teds Turdner the word: Myanmar!

National Anthem of Myanmar!

Sing with Biminim!

Fur Awaits Me!

I will sign books for it cannot read!

Will the Real Ray Charles Please Chute Up?

Oh, the naysaying nabobs of netherworld would have Biminim believe that peaches are rotten with heroin and hate! How Hollywood babbles on! Amphetamines, please! The brownness of Biminim will triumph above VISA Christs and warlords!

Kansas?

Georgia!

Pining for Peach

The taste of Big Apple is quencher for my tongue. Slurp. Now I pine for juicy peach. Oh, Atlanta! The good friend of this word wrangler, Kurtis Davidson, gives red rug. To percolate in the juices of verbists great and large. To Atlanta to confer! If the VISA Christs relent! Oh, if we give dollars to the Holy Fatman of America, will he prey for Biminim?

Break the News! Chinlision!

When chins collide, do you surprise at injuries to that fatman of least chin? Behold, Hollywood fatman!

Unholy Fatman Wounds Chin!

Acting with inevitable hasty, fines accrue for leading Unholy Fatman of America! But how can chin secretes be secretes when chin is seen? The hardness of teak, as scene, damages public sphere and multiplicity of chin music!

Botox?

VISA Is Where Biminim Desires!

Feel the palpitations of Biminim through superhighway tendons! At least the word has arrived in eventuality! America! The words of Kurtis Davidson reach Biminim that he may come for being Biminim! If the VISA Christs will not slay him. If the acts of patriots recognize the admiration of the patriotic. If I permit, will you cheer with me?

Original Fatman of Butter!

Manual of hands available!

Gynocophallic!

Where has the wait gone?

The Greatest Rush of Them All!

Do you wail with me?

Smooth Like Buttah

This Asian man does not intolerate the lactate! Is that holy man of cheese! Ladies and Gentlemens, The Reverent Sun Myung Moon!

King of Political Fatmen!

Who is mightier than the Ted Kennedys? Fat Hastert? No! Radio Blaster? No! Holy Fatman of America? Hmmmm. In the Butter Pit, the Ted Kennedys rascals the Holy Fatman of America. Who wins? Not the butter!

Belligerent Fatman of America Fails Teak Test!

That radio blaster, he is fighting gynecofascists! Scarlett makes Biminim weak of knee. Do lady meat peddlers make the radio blaster weak of teak?

King of Political Teak!

How can one review such teak beyond taking measure of its hardness?

Bring Your Own Teak 1.0

Yes, Biminim will pay the fine of the holy fatman, $250 (top), $500 (bottom)!