If you encounter those Oompa Loompas, I know a few kids that need to be turned into giant plums and juiced or pushed down the trash chute. Send them on over to my house. Thanks.
If you encounter those Oompa Loompas, I know a few kids that need to be turned into giant plums and juiced or pushed down the trash chute. Send them on over to my house. Thanks.
When I was little and my folks took me to see "Willy Wonka" in the theater, (does that admit to how old I am??) I supposedly cried outside the building wailing that I wanted an Oompa Loompa. Saddly, I never got one.
oompa Loompas totally freak me out. I knew this girl once we used to call oompa loompa. She was freakishly short but not midgit short and really wide. We were so mean.
The first time I read this I thought it said: Sometimes I encounter panting dilemmas that can most likely only be resolved by a large band of Oompa Loompas. And I thought, Well, that makes sense.
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I sympathise. My parents made me want to take drugs too.
So much so that I did. :)
doopity doo
I have another riddle for you...
If you encounter those Oompa Loompas, I know a few kids that need to be turned into giant plums and juiced or pushed down the trash chute. Send them on over to my house. Thanks.
If you encounter those Oompa Loompas, I know a few kids that need to be turned into giant plums and juiced or pushed down the trash chute. Send them on over to my house. Thanks.
"Little people" painted orange are never the answer!
*=-P
Perhaps a nice child leash?
A backyardigans video?
Quickly flashing lights?
Hah! When J... is done with them, I call dibs.
I had a girl on my softball team in elem school that looked like an oompa loompa. Wonder what happened to her?
Okay, that just cracked me up.
Tell me more.
more often then not if you dress up like an oompa loompa your children will listen to you
When I was little and my folks took me to see "Willy Wonka" in the theater, (does that admit to how old I am??) I supposedly cried outside the building wailing that I wanted an Oompa Loompa.
Saddly, I never got one.
You and me both.
they were at my job!!!! let me know if you need more and i'll send them to philly!
http://motherhidesthepearls.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-was-all-worse-than-butcher.html
man, i really need to learn how to link in a comment. sorry for the mess :(
Oh, my...or you could invited Charlie over for dinner!
Just get a spray tan and a white wig.
And then make your children look at you through a kaleidoscope.
oompa Loompas totally freak me out. I knew this girl once we used to call oompa loompa. She was freakishly short but not midgit short and really wide. We were so mean.
Hm, that's weird. Sometimes *I* encounter parenting dilemmas that are only resolved by a large bottle of vodka.
Fortunately for you, today I look and feel EXACTLY like an oompa loompa.
Not that there's anything wrong with that...
The first time I read this I thought it said: Sometimes I encounter panting dilemmas that can most likely only be resolved by a large band of Oompa Loompas. And I thought, Well, that makes sense.
I left something for you on my page!
Oompa Loompas have always scared the hell out of me.
Geez, 23 comments for a one-liner. I'm impressed.
Perhaps a spoon for a sugar will assist.
Or chocoalte? Chocolate always helps, especially when made by Oopa Loompas.
yo!
hello?
(nodding head in agreement.)
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