Evil Kjeldorn wrote:
Yeah! Yeah! Pound those bongos! We're in the groove! Far out! Gimme some squeezebox, man!
Just a Mort wrote:
Zoolock, a biddly deedle dooble docky sock, vrock rock a roonie, baku that pally babap a bop bedoo.
That's hep-talk, man.
I know for sure
There ain't no squares
*snat* *snat* *snat* *snat*
Oh, fawltaroonie, ziggedy-bop, riff on your horn, the brass tentacle of Bodhisattvas, immortal Bird!
Doodlebug Anklebiter wrote:
Oh, great, you've got things priced in pounds, Hep. They don't like people from New England, what are they going to do to you?
"I don't care, man - I've still got, like, six lives left. Besides..."
*Rips off fur, revealing musclear young man in powdered wig and hussar's uniform*
AY AM ECTUALLY COLONEL TARLETON, COME TO TEACH YOU DEMMED RREBELS TO USE A CIVILAISED CURRENCY TO PAY FOR YOUR PANTY LAINERS AND MOULDY INDIAN SNACKS. GOD SAVE THE KI....
*Hussar's uniform rips open in a cloud of blood and gold braid, revealing a bedraggled-looking cat in a black polo neck and beret*
*Notices corpse of Colonel Tarleton*
"Wow, sorry, man!"
*Presently dangling in mid-air, suspended from the goblin's sticky little paw*
"Man, that was far out. I'm, like, gone, daddio.You wouldn't believe what was in that thing's stomach!"
1) A 12 pack of gold plated panty liners (£346.49)
Heeeey! Like, groovy.
*Goes to sleep for about 16 hours. Wakes up. Licks bottom. Sprays all over the tree*
Huhwuh? Heey, there are, like, chick cats 'round here!
(To the tune of 'Dixie')
MYOW YOW YOW YOW YOW RROW ROW! MEEOW! MEEOWWWW! oobyboo skeebadiddly boodly wahbop
MRROW YOW YOW MEE-OW MRAU YOW YOW! MEEOW MRAU YOW YOW OWYOOW! yebipbip jefferson davis bop de BOOGIE
*falls off branch*