EYE CoMA
25 June 2011
All the newz all at once: the Tucker B’s have not invited each other to someone elses parties for a lot of time. HOW ever, we now have a mirror sheen on our party armour, we’ve tied down the tarp over the trailer load of shame that we’ll be towing to the transfer station of our stupidity, and we’ve made a 3:30 apppointment with the old lady who works at the liquor store bottom that hill, warning her to be armed coz our whacky can get sorta violent and cause her face to yield. Speaking of yearning, we have also had a chat with each other (each idiot said about 3 words not counting the several hundred “ye” that were offered….). Yor up to date.
Dreamweaver Soul Flakes with Honey Inside
27 April 2010
The Oracle’s (read: Playlord) apprentinxes (read: key cutters) that are the girlz of the Tucker B’s have you this weekend? Why are – this meesage was written on my Blueberri (read: branded on my flesh) and sent to your USb’s storage digital or a HIHLEY enflamed if very painful cyst (read: i-wart) and BASICALLY, the, the um, the THRUST of my pain was a coupla shows this weekend at the pub with a few beers and no funny bizniz’s OK. I’m OK.
HOW THEY DO IT
26 January 2010
Understanding how your fat breasts make or milk don’t can help you to overcome some of the problems that have come to be all over your number one sensation: ALL Tucker members can help your introverted nipples turn huge, fat, red, extremely stinky and black and you can actually use them as textas to describe the nipples that now seem to be growing on the endz your nipples. Barbeque, nipples, cheddar, pizza, nipple flavoured juices and nipples in general. Cheddar.
