It's Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right.Jokers to the left of me
Clowns to the right.
To be fair, I've never heard him speak of the pompatus of love.You skipped the part about gangster of love. You can’t skip that part. If you’re going next, then you have to call him the gangster of love.
I’m not. You have to.
Do we have any rules around here?
He's facing the other way...It's Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right.
It's a test.It's Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right.
Does it come with cake?I think we’re headed into uncharted territory here. How about some pineapple?
You have to ask the space cowboyDoes it come with cake?
O yes read many of his postings, but more of a Tolkien kinda writer.You are new here if you haven’t met Jamil. He’s like Hemingway.
Not if your left handed.It's Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right.
What I wanna know is why mom laughed at your post.I heard you were in need of a gangster of love…
The lack of pants?What I wanna know is why mom laughed at your post.
Shirt, socks, grundiesThe lack of pants?
Here I am. Stuck in the middle with you.It's Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right.
Or a WH press secy.So you answer with a non-answer? If this whole moderator thing doesn’t work out, might I suggest a career in politics?
It's Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right.