King Julien of the Lemurs's page

*pulls out twin pistols*

So it's treason then.

Crazy Bird Lady wrote:

I like it here! I feel right at home!

*scatters birdseed for the cuckoos*

Oooo! I like it when you're around!

*perches on CBL's shoulder*

OOOOOH, I, your king, would like some seeds too.

*Sits on the other shoulder*

I, your king, demand that you slow down. Maurice can not read to me this fast!

I, your king, am always right. That eanall of you mu always be wrong, even when agreeing with me. So there.

Get back to work you stinkin leprichaun!

King Julien of the Lemurs wrote:

lynora wrote:

King Julien of the Lemurs wrote:

I, your king, declare that everyone who posts tonight gets a free cookie.

What kind of cookie?

Banana macadameia nut white chocolate chunk.

Oooh, yummy. Yay, cookies. :)

Now I must go and invent a recipe for such a cookie.

King Julien of the Lemurs wrote:

I, your king, declare that everyone who posts tonight gets a free cookie.

What kind of cookie?

Banana macadameia nut white chocolate chunk.

I, your king, declare that everyone who posts tonight gets a free cookie.

Yes, is it not great to have loopholes?

Why do you not worship me, your king?

Where is my mighty lemur cult? Do you n00bs not know that it is needed to worship me, your king?

Why are you talking about some hairless female. It is clear that you should be talking about me, your king.

Silly people, I will put all of you to work, fanning your king and peeling grapes for me.

Silly people, there is no need to talk about anyon. You just need to worship me, your king. I declare today King Julien Day.

Wow this thread died today. What, did everybody suddenly get a life?

I, your king, did not approve a day off. Everyone back to work.

I, your king, demand that you begin being silly or I will force you to clean the royal feet. Seriousness has no place here.

Communists? It would be easier if you just accepted me as your king. Do not touch the royal feet.

I, your king, demand that you get this thread moving again as a monument to me.

Perhaps it would be simpler if you just left all the decision to I Julien, your king.

Why are you not bowing to me, your king. And do not touch the royal feet.