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![]() Ambrosia Slaad wrote:
Why do I need to meet with the whole legal department? ![]()
![]() David Fryer wrote:
Squirral and grits? ![]()
![]() Solnes wrote:
Hey, I'm a much better pussy than he is. ![]()
![]() Ambrosia Slaad wrote:
Wait, I'm here, I'm here! ![]()
![]() Jack Hammer wrote:
Maybe next time. ![]()
![]() Jackin' Ape wrote: A dollop of drool lands on Carl's head. When he turns up to check the weather, he is stricken by the hot breath emanating through the shining crescent of teeth above him. For the ape can sneak when he decides to, and the dispersal of poodles has indeed left him crafty in his need for a little furry friend. Carl bares his fangs and claws and suddenly his nature as a fiendish dire tiger becomes obvious for all to see. Don't make me hurt you, monkey. |