rekin
*returns, dragging an IRS branch's entire staff by their entangled shoelaces*
smurf
*returns, dragging an IRS branch's entire staff by their entangled shoelaces*
Haha! Dang! Grue, you're a good boy!
Gonna find mah shotgun!
Bring them reva newas ova he ah gru, Ima gunna git mid evil on em
Yew mean this here feller
ayup
rekin......,
ayyyyup
CH, ya goin' silent?
mmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmmm.
rekin.
I teh yew wut
Whut?
Ayup
Where!?
*Grabs Shot-Gunn*
Allus hippehs abaout.
Sum beach, whar in tarnation iz them.
*point!*
picks up Sarajuana and chambers a round
"I sez it's abaout time we'uns had us some hippeh long pig! Go gettim Grue!"
Weh, I spose iz been sittin here fer quite a spell, c'mon grue let's go git some hippeh
*Loads elephant gun*
Give 'em that smity thang yew do thar Wingding!
rekin.....,
reckin 2
ayupppp
reckin 2
Ee-lec-trick hooptydoo?
Suhm tahms i just like to sit here in mah rahkin chair and shoot mah gun. It's gits that chair a rockin real gud.
I have sometin frum Lass Veggis. The boys at Nellus callz it a Bo-zar.
Dayum!
I teh u wut.
fires Bo-Zar across the thread
YEHHHHAAAAAAAA!!!! GET OUTTA HERE YA DANG HIPPEHS!
*Hands out pamphlets*
Like would you dudes and dudettes be down with having a Love in?
*shreds pamphlets*
*shreds Hippeh's pants*
*Pets the grue, thanks the angel*
Now that's the spirit, we don't need clothes, it's just something the man is imposing on us.
*Starts dancing*
*goes for the feet*
Git em Grue! What did I put mah Bo-Zar!?