Wireless internet trumps all.
beats his chest like an abandoned white male in an African jungle
AAAAhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaahahhhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhh!
Come Simba! We spread chaos by stamping on things.
Leaves thread on the back of a large albino elephant
Simba is a terrible name for an elephant. I suggest Pistachio.
Simba is a terrible name for an elephant. I suggest Pistachio.
I'd name him Timothy Olyphant. Or Stampy.
Simba is a terrible name for an elephant. I suggest Pistachio.I'd name him Timothy Olyphant. Or Stampy.
Or "Robert'); DROP. And an elephant nicknamed Little Bobby Tables sounds like a Mafia tough-guy.
Silly slaads, Walnut is the perfect name for a rampaging pachyderm.
Crash!
ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL!
I would name him Cheese.
I like cheese.
There is being nothing wrong with loving the paneer!
Tooth Ache
As long as liberation = chaos, I say "Let the llamas run free!!!".
As long as liberation = chaos, I say "Let the llamas run free!!!".
Can we egg them?
A large post card drops from the threads mail slot, it reads:
Saudi Arabia was awesome this time of year. The Eggings of so many pilgrims, their prayers, their screams, and some mumblings about the numbers 9-1-1. Walnut had a fun time stamping on the faithful. I need to clean the blood off his feet.
What does it mean to big the Great Satan because I just don't know.
BANZAIIIIIII!!!!
BANZAIIIIIII!!!!
I see no little tree what has been trimmed into a decorative shape. Where it at?
Did you guys miss me?
Did you guys miss me?
Yes, but I won't let it happen again.
*reloads crossbow*
A large post card drops from the threads mail slot, it reads:
Walnut and I are having a fun time in Lybia. The explosions, the mercenaries, the eggings. Who knew there was so much sand all in one place.
XOXOXOXO,
Spicy Nacho Slaad.
More Slaad-i-ness is needed.
Pickles!!
Leg warmers.
Spear guns.
Llamas!
Llamas!
You sir, are predictable. I ask that you go somewhere that is not here with that predictableness.
Llamas!You sir, are predictable. I ask that you go somewhere that is not here with that predictableness.
Samall?
Samall?Llamas!You sir, are predictable. I ask that you go somewhere that is not here with that predictableness.
No, pork chops.
Samall?Llamas!You sir, are predictable. I ask that you go somewhere that is not here with that predictableness.
Close, but IKEA red transistors.
{runs screaming through thread with a lit tiki torch, Groucho moustache/glasses, and a canteen full of muesli}
{runs screaming through thread with a lit tiki torch, Groucho moustache/glasses, and a canteen full of muesli}
Are they the hash-brown or freedom fry variety?
readies a large bottle of Louisiana Tabasco sauce for the defense of chaos.
Y'all got any french fried potaters?
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Beware the Potato...it can see everything...right into your very soul.
Beware the Potato...it can see everything...right into your very soul.
Eeeeeeeeeeee!
:::eggs any potato from Iowa or Idaho:::
Walnut crashes through the thread, draped in rich Hindu tapestries, feet stained with grape juice.
Atop the mighty pachyderm is Spicy Nacho Slaad. He hops off with a bounce and pulls down a face mask bearing an eerie, yet uncanny resemblance to Steve Jobs. He wears a t-shirt saying "PC users like Microsoft."
Did someone say Potatoes?
Walnut crashes through the thread, draped in rich Hindu tapestries, feet stained with grape juice.
Atop the mighty pachyderm is Spicy Nacho Slaad. He hops off with a bounce and pulls down a face mask bearing an eerie, yet uncanny resemblance to Steve Jobs. He wears a t-shirt saying "PC users like Microsoft."
Did someone say Potatoes?
{mysteriously steps from the mysterious shadows, mysteriously dressed in a mysterious Puss in Boots costume with the mysterious addition of a non-mysterious John Sculley mask} Ahem. I said potatoes, stranger. What's it to ya?
{notices six fingers on Jobs Slaad's right hand} So, we finally meet, Jobs Slaad. {moves hand toward rapier and affects a faux Antonio Banderas accent} Hello, my name is John Sculley. You killed my career. Prepare to... get Nasonex-ed.
Walnut crashes through the thread, draped in rich Hindu tapestries, feet stained with grape juice.
Atop the mighty pachyderm is Spicy Nacho Slaad. He hops off with a bounce and pulls down a face mask bearing an eerie, yet uncanny resemblance to Steve Jobs. He wears a t-shirt saying "PC users like Microsoft."
Did someone say Potatoes?
{mysteriously steps from the mysterious shadows, mysteriously dressed in a mysterious Puss in Boots costume with the mysterious addition of a non-mysterious John Sculley mask} Ahem. I said potatoes, stranger. What's it to ya?
{notices six fingers on Jobs Slaad's right hand} So, we finally meet, Jobs Slaad. {moves hand toward rapier and affects a faux Antonio Banderas accent} Hello, my name is John Sculley. You killed my career. Prepare to... get Nasonex-ed.
Like Hugh Jackman, Metal talons spring forth between his fingers
Just don't call me your passion flower, alright.
Walnut crashes through the thread, draped in rich Hindu tapestries, feet stained with grape juice.
Atop the mighty pachyderm is Spicy Nacho Slaad. He hops off with a bounce and pulls down a face mask bearing an eerie, yet uncanny resemblance to Steve Jobs. He wears a t-shirt saying "PC users like Microsoft."
Did someone say Potatoes?
{mysteriously steps from the mysterious shadows, mysteriously dressed in a mysterious Puss in Boots costume with the mysterious addition of a non-mysterious John Sculley mask} Ahem. I said potatoes, stranger. What's it to ya?
{notices six fingers on Jobs Slaad's right hand} So, we finally meet, Jobs Slaad. {moves hand toward rapier and affects a faux Antonio Banderas accent} Hello, my name is John Sculley. You killed my career. Prepare to... get Nasonex-ed.
Like Hugh Jackman, Metal talons spring forth between his fingers
Just don't call me your passion flower, alright.
*eggs BluePigeon*
Like Hugh Jackman, Metal talons spring forth between his fingers
Just don't call me your passion flower, alright.
Alright. {twirls whiskey cup stylishly} "I'm your Huckleberry."
*eggs BluePigeon*Walnut crashes through the thread, draped in rich Hindu tapestries, feet stained with grape juice.
Atop the mighty pachyderm is Spicy Nacho Slaad. He hops off with a bounce and pulls down a face mask bearing an eerie, yet uncanny resemblance to Steve Jobs. He wears a t-shirt saying "PC users like Microsoft."
Did someone say Potatoes?
{mysteriously steps from the mysterious shadows, mysteriously dressed in a mysterious Puss in Boots costume with the mysterious addition of a non-mysterious John Sculley mask} Ahem. I said potatoes, stranger. What's it to ya?
{notices six fingers on Jobs Slaad's right hand} So, we finally meet, Jobs Slaad. {moves hand toward rapier and affects a faux Antonio Banderas accent} Hello, my name is John Sculley. You killed my career. Prepare to... get Nasonex-ed.
Like Hugh Jackman, Metal talons spring forth between his fingers
Just don't call me your passion flower, alright.
What the? Hey, I not in this thread.
Alright. {twirls whiskey cup stylishly} "I'm your Huckleberry."Like Hugh Jackman, Metal talons spring forth between his fingers
Just don't call me your passion flower, alright.
Touche. Best. Western. Movie. Ever.
Mmm. I like them French fried potaters. [/sling blade]
*eggs BluePigeon*What the? Hey, I not in this thread.
Hmm, you are correct, my mistake.
*eggs BluePigeon*
BANZAI!!!
ZAMBONI! {scoots slowly across the floor}
*eggs BluePigeon*What the? Hey, I not in this thread.Hmm, you are correct, my mistake.
*eggs BluePigeon*
The yoke! The yoke! It burns!
Potato Potato Potato! POH-Tay-To Puh-Teh-Toh POE-TAE-TOE.
Aloo aloo aloo!
Kookookachoo!
ZAMBONI! {scoots slowly across the floor}
Throws Potatoes under the Zamboni just to see what happens
Kookookachoo!
Aloha! or was that Ahola?