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I remember when our thread was the big cheese around here. *sniff* *starts singing "Memories"*
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BURP!!!
*Enters the scene* Somebody open a window! Smells like something died in here!
'Jacks "love" poodles... the 'Jack way Yes, by punting them to the moon.
Give me some beer and I'm all yours. That didn't come out quite right, did it?
I was shared once...... *looks nervous* I wasn't here! I was out punting peasants. Yeah, that's it. I was punting peasants.
I'm on it! *brings out the Acme Pony Blood Remover*
This place is dead.Sorry, that's my fault. I'll try to scale it back a bit. As I've told you a million times, don't kill the peasants. We need them for the Jack-a-pult.
Now, to sit back and enjoy this new sofa and TV that I.......acquired.
Damn Jacks! Rust in Hell.So what did you guys do with Mr. Fishy's stuff? You've made Mr. Fishy angry. He is so angry he is turning green. Or so I heard. Mr. Fishy better watch his attitude or he might end up in one of Hungry Jack's recipes.
OH DEAR GOD! NOT AGAIN!
Hiya Poodles. It's been awhile since I've been around. Are you ready for a punting? *tries to move* Wait a minute. Damn, I'm outta power and there isn't a beer in sight.
Queen was thinking of the Jacks when they wrote We Are The Champions We are awesome aren't we?
Hungry Jack® loves to cook the tourists. Fixed it for ya!
Any recipes with sm**fs in them?
Call the Exterminator! Get out the Raid! We have pests! Just step on them. It's pretty cool the way they leave a blue and red stain!
I wonder, whats the ramifications of sm**ing the Jack club house. Death! *squish*
PEASANT! Cool! More ammo for the Jackapult!
Don't forget the explosives...I mean, uh... fireworks. Very nice! We should also aim one of those missiles at the Poodle house.
I recommend punting Poodles. It's a great stress reliever. Where's Courtfool when you need him?
Nothing makes me happier than jackapulting hippies. Though I must say jackapulting peasants comes in at a close second.Quick, wring out the hair and then get the jackapult. We can do that. It'll make the death screams more entertaining.
Quick, wring out the hair and then get the jackapult. Nothing makes me happier than jackapulting hippies. Though I must say jackapulting peasants comes in at a close second.
*echo* The boss is back!!!
*starts burying his victims in Spanky's garden* No. No. No. You don't bury bodies in the garden. You bury them under the foundation of the new clubhouse. That way they're never found.
*Carrying tools* I think this might be a good place for the Jacks' new clubhouse.
*Punts Llamafrog* How did you know I was hiding under the couch? No, I need a place to hide from the Mrs..
Do you think that might be JRHM's problem as well?It is entirely possible. But I am more inclined to think he just has a small unit. For your information, I'm hung like a horse.
*Punts Llamafrog* How did you know I was hiding under the couch?
The golden rule is nice and all, but sometimes you just have to let it go if someone offends you. *punt* *feathers fly everywhere* Sorta like that?
*Punt*
I think I'm going to enjoy this thread.
Aye!
These Poodles are job-killers.That is just Jack-speak for limitless spending. Maybe....
These Poodles are job-killers.
Anytime. I really don't know how you get yourself into these scrapes.*revives* Thanks doll!*pulls out the emergency beer bong and administers first aid to her suffering colleague*I motion for the Humpday Monster to be cloned so that every thread can have one! YAP!*faints at the podium* It comes natural to me it seems.
*pulls out the emergency beer bong and administers first aid to her suffering colleague*I motion for the Humpday Monster to be cloned so that every thread can have one! YAP!*faints at the podium* *revives* Thanks doll!
I motion for the Humpday Monster to be cloned so that every thread can have one! YAP! *faints at the podium*
*walks in with a sore rear end* I motion for hunting season to open up for Humpday Monsters.
*Sucks up some beer stains from the rug* I have power again. I gotta get out of here before that damn horny monster wakes up. I'm probably going to be in therapy for years after this experience. *shudder* *exits the poodle clubhouse*
Come here baby! Are you ready for round two? NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Get it out! Get it out!
*On the Spotty Carpet face down with an empty bottle of Vaseline next to him* *Pants down to his ankles* *sobbing* I....was....defiled.... I'm on fire! Put me out!
*On the Spotty Carpet face down with an empty bottle of Vaseline next to him* *Pants down to his ankles* *sobbing* I....was....defiled....
Sure is dark in here. I can't see a thing. *feels around* *feels something* Ooh, there's a poodle to hump! Wait a minute! that's not a poodle, that's m-...... !!!! Oh...Dear...God!!!!
It smells more like somebody farted. Or is that just the carpet? *In the dark* Sorry, that was me!
Kill us?! Don't be ridiculous. He is just playing. He acts like he is trying to punt us, but misses intentionally. If he were trying to kill us, wouldn't there be dead poodles all over the place? *rolls eyes*
Assclown? MoMo is our friend. Friend? The monster is trying to kill you! Even I don't want to do that yet I'm considered a villain by you.
Psst! Hey poodles! Give me a beer and I'll take care of this assclown for ya!
They are the lowest form of life on this planet. Even lower than you poodles.Hi Poodles!Hi MoMo. We got you an immobilized Jack as a present. Hey!
*rolls through the thread, leaving behind a trail of empty beer bottles* When I get out of this, heads are going to roll.
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