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[Aberzombie]

It shore does muh rottin ol'heart sum good ta see this here thread carryin on lahk this.

[Heathansson]

Sleestacks!!!

[Valegrim]

dat er haystacks

[Garjen Soulhammer]

Ah wuz gonna say "dubble dayum"...but ah bedder leave it at just a haf a dayum. (ahm shorter, see?)

[Valegrim]

Sounds like yer brainpan is leaking into yer pie hole; better have beer.

<snap> (refills everyones beverage)

here ya goes

[Sexy Pancake]

yep on the run from folks who don't appreciate gettin it on with a dolphin at sea world.

[Heathansson]

yup.

[Valegrim]

didnt know dolphins liked flap jacks; well, shows whut I know; dont go near water meself; isnt hygenic

[Heathansson]

ayyup.

[Garjen Soulhammer]

>hiccup<

[Cosmo]

...

[Adam Daigle]

Inny uh y'all wanna go pitch sum warshers? Ah just cleer'd da pit uh dem bur cans.

[Heathansson]

Ayyup.

[Celestial Healer]

Daigle wrote:

Inny uh y'all wanna go pitch sum warshers? Ah just cleer'd da pit uh dem bur cans.

Thet kin be raht fun. On a nahce summer day, Ah lahk ta throw some lawn darts at hippehs.

[Valegrim]

Well, I lake frisbees; less chuck one around.

[Celestial Healer]

Valegrim wrote:

Well, I lake frisbees; less chuck one around.

Thet wolf-man is alwehs chuckin up furballs on meh porch. We won' have no chuckin aroun here. Ah spent twunny minutes hozin it off, 'n meh ole lady still couldn' help barkin at it lahk it was some wahld animal er sumthin.

[Heathansson]

Ah hozed yerr powch of.

[Aberzombie]

Ayup.

[Heathansson]

yiddern tootin.

[Kruelaid]

hey, y'all know wich way teh de store? ahm lookin teh git sum beers.

[waltero]

the fillin station is right over yonder.

[Heathansson]

git me uh yoo hoo anna moompie.

[Larry Lichman]

...

[Garjen Soulhammer]

Don' fohget da pork rahnds.

[Heathansson]

yummah.

[Magikcat]

ZZZzzzzzzzzzz

*snort*

*ssttrreeeeeetch*

zzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZz...

[Heathansson]

stick his hand in water, see utt happinz.

[Aberzombie]

Yeehaw!

[Celestial Healer]

Ah tell you whut.

[Sir Kaikillah]

Whut?.....,

You looking at me?..,

Huh?..., Whut?

[Kruelaid]

rahnds, yoohoos, moompie... heyr ya go.

beers?

[Aberzombie]

Huh? Wuzzat?

[Sir Kaikillah]

I da kno?
Someone say beer?

[Garjen Soulhammer]

Beer, ale..... 's'all good.

Jus' not dem elf-y wahn coolerz.

Huzzah!
<falling from table>

[Celestial Healer]

Heh. Thet feller's drunker than mah Ma at mah nephews chris-ning.

[Garjen Soulhammer]

Drunk? Back you take that! I don' git drunk. I jes git well-moyshturiz-ed an' closer to the groun'.
>hiccup<

[Heathansson]

Celestial Healer wrote:

Heh. Thet feller's drunker than mah Ma at mah nephews chris-ning.

Wichun wuz yer ma.

[Celestial Healer]

Heathansson wrote:

Celestial Healer wrote:

Heh. Thet feller's drunker than mah Ma at mah nephews chris-ning.

Wichun wuz yer ma.

The lady thet threw her panties at the rev'rend 'n started singin' "Freebird".

[Heathansson]

Hoo sung freeburt? herer the revrin.

[carborundum]

Celestial Healer wrote:

The lady thet threw her panties at the rev'rend 'n started singin' "Freebird".

Thet wuz a laydee? O lordy.

[Heathansson]

ayyup.

[Garjen Soulhammer]

I didn't think that was no lady....I done thought it was a girallon in a dress. <shudder>
Even ale won't make that look purdy.

[carborundum]

Close yer eyes 'n' it's laak thurs TWO laydees!

[Kruelaid]

that wuz mah auntie! yew tayk that back now yew scoundrul.

[Celestial Healer]

Yer auntie? Thet was mah Ma!

Wayt, thet mecks us cuzins don' it? Ah guess we's all cuzins roun' these parts anyhoo.

Well, don' let the faishul hayer fool ya, she's mah Ma.

[Valegrim]

<sets out a tray of pulled pork, BBQ sauce, buns, n fixins like onions, peppers, lettuce, tomatoe, horseradish and the like and several pitchers of amber colored beer>

Viddles r up; dig in all.

[Heathansson]

holtdang.

[Garjen Soulhammer]

Sammitches! I'm starvet.

Huzzah! <falls backward off chair>

[Heathansson]

yup;

[Valegrim]

Come n git it