Well now...
whut?
*plucks banjo*
Ayup.
Wahl daaaaaang Heathy, wut kinda tork yew got on that thar enjun? With that kinda horseypower yew need these glasspack pahps. I dun warmed em up and shattered the packin wit sum watur. We otta hear yew fer miles around now! Yew ain't gonna be able ta use that fer 'shinin' though.
*When I was in junior high, my uncle had just put glass packs on his truck and when he got home that evening (we're talking mid-July in Texas) all us kids were playing with our water guns outside, his son decided to be the bright one and spray the pipes so he could hear the his of water hitting hot metal. Needless to say, my other cousin and I laughed while he was getting his woopin. (yeah we're 6 & 7 years older than he is)*
ooh; wale blubber; yum
yea haw, dat kitty cat wit da banjo be goina play; let me git me steel six string geetar dat has 12 strings n we can duel n do some pickin N grinnin
let me whet me whistle fer we do some singing...
hmm some Janni be torkin over ur speach patterns makin us dern near unintelligablelike <shakes his fist at the air> n puttin all illusional dressing on us; made me look like a small blue chickedee **ARGH** I will git u me pretty!
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where is dat dwarf; we got us a screamer needs taken down n put outa R misery; Dwarf? got a keg o beer fer yas ifn youse got some shot left...
Well, now.... Don' go hollerin' like that unless them durn pachooly-smellin', free-lovin', non-bathin, zombie kobolds 'r back.
Pass me a beer, Valegrim, and pik up yer gee-tar. Wee'l set this here porch a-jumpin'.
On secun' thawt, hold that beer. Mebee I alredy had enuff...
No such critter as enuff - <hands the cat a growler (hehe half gallon beer container and nice pun)of his favorite beer> Wet dat whislte; somebody git on de spoons n someone on de washboard; some yall grab up some jugs n start this hootinhallor;
damn nabbit; heathy; dont you mangy wolves have no manner; quite trying to grab dat girl raight therebouts n git a stoneware jug lak evrone else.
We need us a beat; stratch a skin o some critter over dat old tracktor wheel and somebody tap us out a beat.
Beers fer all; n wate ver fer da resto of yal; but yea have ta git yer own lemonade n sweet tea; ah; heck; lets party; <snap and fills everyone glasses, mugs, stiens, growlers, ect..
wut's awl thet hootinhollerin fer?sorry...
Mess4ges t0 lawyers, rotting oth3r neanderthals l4ter thn4 soon3r And a hors3 kablooie.
Looks like that there zombie dun picklt his brain in that there rot-gut...
This thread still going?
That's right hippie. This heer threads still a'goin strong. Now you just git! Lessin o'course ya wants ta join us n'give up yer hippie ways?
Never!!! Tie-dye shirts and whole grain bagels for everyone!
Hey, now. That soun's like hippie-talk comin' from somma y'all. Don' make me git muh scattergun and wake the ol' skooch-hound...
Ayup. Yer shur rite ther, Aberzombie.
Let loose the inner love...
*Tegan stretches a kobold hide over an empty keg, stretches another over a water pail and one more over the wash basin & then picks up her drum sticks*
Wahl let's git this hoot a hollerin'! *starts up a 4:4 bass beat on the keg drum*
Heathy, wut tha hale's wrong witchu boah? Yew done got bit by that hippie chic dintchya? Sorry ta have ta do this tew ya. *gives the back of his head a love tap with one of her drum sticks*
Alright boahs, on wit tha muzic makin', I magin ole Heathy'll be alright when those cob webs git outta his haed.