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Sweedish Chef?profanitiesSwedish profanities? That's a joke, son! We toss 'em all day, but they ain't catchin' 'em. Must have a hole in their glove! Unless maybe they ain't nevah played baseball! {Somethun kinda Eee about a boy that nevah played baseball...}
I say!
Am I confused because I'm too old to have played with them, or too young to have children (who play with them)?Why, you sure can. Here's a big ol' spoon. Dig in!Can you . . . eat them?What kid doesn't like doodlebugs? Whaddyadoo, I say, whaddyadoo with your childhood, son? You some kind of egghead?
Silly Yankee, I!Well, it's pronounced DO-uh, obviously. How else, I say, how else might it be pronounced? As in, "Miz Treppa, would you please shut duh doah, it feels a might drafty in hyuh." Mighty glad to be of service to ya, ma'am. Don't you worry yor little blue bonnet none, we roosters, I say, we roosters were groomed to be gentlemen to ladies in linguistic distress.
Now, dawug, I say, dawug, do yoah job and chase that vermin on outta hyuh. Dawugs...they're about as sharp as the little end of nothin', sharpened.
Well, it's pronounced DO-uh, obviously. How else, I say, how else might it be pronounced? As in, "Miz Treppa, would you please shut duh doah, it feels a might drafty in hyuh."
I say, that Col. fella makes me more nervous than the widow hen at the Easter po-rade.
Mmmm I want to chew on ice.I want a smoke Don't I say, don't do it!
This blitz is going faster than a Texan chasin' after chicken fried steak.
I say, this thread has run away like an alignment thread on paladins and necromancers!
Somebody, I say somebody is playing fox in the hen house!
Crazy newfie has a death wish as big as all outdoors...
I say, you boys are bout as funny as mayonnaise left out over night.
Sorry guys! I hate to be the one to break this to you, but Crap-fil-A is the same worthless excuse for fried chicken no matter where it is. If you truly wish to taste chicken nirvana, I suggest you find a Popeyes. That is the true home!He doesn't like it? I am guessing he is actually going to Chik-fil-A's evil twin restaurant and not the true home of tasty, tasty chicken.That would explain things a bit. I have also determined that Chik-fil-A is not the same where the zombie lives, it couldn't be and him still not like it.I am convinced they put opium in their food.I love their Chicken Minis.... they're like crack. :/Alright, off to lunch. Later guys. As a rooster, I can say that I only--listen to me when I'm talking to you, son--I only eat Popeye's chickens as well. I like my hens spicy, son, if ya know whatta mean...
Folks around here are so quick they make Speedy Gonzalez look like Slowpoke Rodriquez.
That list, I say, that list is about as interesting as the one on the side of the cereal box. You got to get some folks with character on that list... pay attention to me son when I'm talkin' to ya. Why even that dog could put together a more interestin' list o' characters. Is any a' what I'm sayin get through that blue bonnet helmet of yours?
That monkey's so fast, he reminds me of Paul Revere's ride. ...a little light in the belfry.
That pony, I say that pony's like a dead horse...no get up and go.
That bear's about as subtle as a hand grenade in a barrel of oatmeal.
That boy's about as sharp as the little end of nothin sharpened.Again, you're welcome for the inspiration. :P Urizen, I say, Urizen. Your alias ideas are like tatoos...they get undah m' skin.
That girl's like the highway between Dallas and Fort Worth. No curves...
A-yuyu A-yuyu... I say, let's find out what's on the menu...
That boy's about as sharp as the little end of nothin sharpened.
That boy's about a sharp as a bowling ball. |
