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Dance crazy till a meal get’s
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“Dance Crazy, Till A Meal Get’s” – Classic Thai T-shirt
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Dance crazy till a meal get’s
Submitted by: chunnabee via Engrish Funny Submissions
“Dance Crazy, Till A Meal Get’s” – Classic Thai T-shirt
Will dance for food
Mere dancing is not enough. You must dance Crazy,
I’d donate a meal to watch her dance.
What is meal possessing?
Apparently, the memory of a crazy dance!
Of course, it may not be a possessive but a contraction. In that case, it says, “Dance crazy until a meal get is…” I like to get meals, but I have no idea what a meal get is.
The word picked is tucked into her pants. Dance crazy and she picks what gets eaten first.
What’s in her pants?
She planted pants on them so instead of messy dirt and dark there was pretty things there now to be happy.
Who’s on first?
What?
No, What’s on second.
I don’t know.
absolutely
I don’t know, I don’t care, and I don’t give a damn. Shortstop.
you has PMS?
GIVES ME BACK THE PMS I NOT HAS!!!!!!!!!!!!
you has apathy or ignorance?
What is the difference between ignorance, apathy, and lethargy? I don’t know, I don’t care, and I don’t feel like doing anything about it.
Most people don’t know the name of the pitcher, catcher, outfield, and shortstop.
But if you just don’t give a sh!t, that may just be constipation.
Never mind, Funny Boy. Get you mind out of her pants.
You’re right. It’s best not to think too hard if you’re actually managing to get into someone’s pants.
And if I’m not?
If you’re not what? Into someone’s pants, or thinking too hard?
1. If you’re not into someone’s pants, it’s probably still best not to think too hard. Thinkind too hard can lead to unfortunate results, such as plays like “Waiting for Godot” and thermonuclear weapons.
2. If you’re not not thinking too hard, then just go on about your business!
“Waiting for Godot” is such a long and boring play. I wrote a MUCH shorter, more interesting play called “Phoenix Wright: Waiting for Godot” Here’s the script:
Judge: (bang gavel) Order! Order! Order! Court is now in session for the trial of Vladimir Albert. Is the prosecution ready? (turn to procesutor’s bench to find nobody there. Turn to defense, puzzled) Mr Wright, wasn’t Prosecutor Godot scheduled to appear in court today?
Phoenix: Yes, your honor.
Judge: Well, if there is no prosecutor available, then I will have to postpone the trial. The DA will need to select a different prosecutor, and this absence WILL go on Godot’s record. Court is adjourned. (bang gavel. Blackout.)
Sounds just like a mental hygiene hearing in Clay County, WV!
Yes, “Waiting for Godot” is an absolute ordeal to sit through. I think I got Beckett’s point, but he could have just written it down and saved me a couple of hours of my life.
I want to get into your pants.
I think they’d look really good on me.
only if you’ve finished with your PMS’s
It’s once the PMS has finished that you have to worry.
What’s a little blood, compared with the treacherous ground one treads on when dealing with a PMS?
Good thing nobody here has one, then.
They obviously cropped out the matching pants which solves the puzzle.
This young lady really can dance,
As she waits for a meal, watch her prance,
She jumps up and down
And spins round and round
As though she has ants in her pants.
she squirms she squeeks
she clasps her hands
this young lady is in a trance
she stomps she leaks
she tears her dress
oh me thinks she has PMS!!!
If you think PMS time is here
I suggest that you don’t interfere,
Put some biscuits down lowly
Then back away slowly
And smile, or she might smell your fear.
oh hee hee..this your biscuit, eh? not see you there..hee hee *sweating* I putta da biscuit down, alrighty?
Good advice, really! After my wife’s hysterectomy, I thought the days of PMS were gone. Wrong! Her HRT pills would run out, and she’d be PMS squared! But God forbid I should suggest her foul mood was due to hormones! So if she was being particularly difficult, I would secretly check her prescription bottle, and if it was empty I would phone in a refill, slip out and get it filled, and set it upon the breakfast table without saying a word! That worked for me. She has since gotten off the hormones, but all that means is that I can never tell when it’s going to come on…
Nobody expects the PMS! Its chief weapon is fear, and screaming. Two weapons. It’s two chief weapons are fear and screaming, and craving chocolate. Three. Three weapons. These are fear, screaming, craving chocolate, and also irritability. Four. Amongst it’s weapons it includes… oh, it doesn’t matter, it’s irrelevant because I NOT HAS A PMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Still living on that Indian Isle, aren’t you?
a meal gets what….spewed all over the floor?
That’s what happens when I see Michael Flatley.
Celtic dancing is, for me, like opera. I admire the skills of the people performing it, but at a distance far enough that I don’t have to see or hear it.
why have the reply links changed to “Reply”?? I want my “Connect rebuttle here” back!
Remain clam. Maybe they are fix.
Sadly, rebuttle connection disappeared some time ago. Replying just isn’t the same fun as connecting rebuttle. I think at the moment we’re just grateful that we got the ‘Reply’ back.
After all, we had to give up Panda to get Reply back. But I think they’re going to return Panda soon, as he has been creating much Panda-moan-ium there and I think the kidnappers are tired of it.
Dance Crazy, Til A Meal Get’s….
offered to you so you’ll git off the dance floor and sit your butt down.
That’s what’s printed on the remainder of the union suit she is wearing. That part is printed on the back flap therefore hidden by the jeans. They could at least printed “cont. on back” underneath “Get’s”.
Not a union suit I’m afraid.. Just a t-shirt, with only that text
LOL! I would totally wear that shirt.
There’s really no point in wearing a shirt only halfway. Of course, there do seem to be lots of people who wear their pants only halfway…
Considering it’s mine, I assure you whole-heartedly that I wear it, and I wear it GOOOOD.
Apostrophe fail.
First.
The crazy dance get’s the worm.
Maybe it already had worms, that’s why it’s dancing crazily.
Maybe it’s dancing crazy because it drank the agave worm.
If it drank a worm, that’s crazy! You’d have to melt it first.
I’m so proud that’s my shirt. And I’m almost tempted to go put it on RIGHT now and have a bit of a dance in it just because you’ve all made me so happy
..and a meal too of course.
Is that you in it in the pic too? If so, you can reach me on 1-900-[connection terminated by host]
It is indeeeeeeed..
WTF janeeeee i’m soooo confused hahahaha