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Ah excaped frum a hippeh hideout last nite! Dem hippehs foolt meh inta thenking Ah wuz walkin' inta a bahr 'n' Ah cum ta find out it's a hippeh po-e-tree place. Luckily, Ah high-tailed it outta thar afore they got ta any brainwashing stuff.
Ah thenk Ah'm scarred fer life...
Uh-yup!!!
Hooo anyone like one beer?
I'll take 4 two for me and one each for the dogs. They do love to drink.
<--- returns from the root cellar with a box of cigars and his Megazap Ultralite 2000 Plasma Cannon.
<--- puts on a pair of shooting shades; and lights up a big, fat stogie; offers the box to others.
Well now alls weez need ism drinks n lets get this shooty fest started.
<snaps> everyones drinking containers and even the dogs bowls are refilled with bubbly libations.
git em
Ah dew declay-uh.
Heah?
So uh....
How them Cowboys?
well, dey was bit stringy n overdone; coulda used more sauce n bit more peppers, but we ate em anyway and washed em down with good brew, why, you wanna refill?
Yaah I like one brew. ummm tasty
the alabaster plaster is your master
Mah loyyer sez "Iffin doubt, it's allez a hippeh!"
'Course, he also sez too dat "shoot 'im on yer propperdy. Iffin he gets off'n yer propperdy, draggim back."
Sometahms loyyer's are good ta have.
Not dem hippeh loyyers, tho'.
Yah hear? Heathy n 'is wife be brewin' mo' chillins'
Way to go Heathy mo' wolf-folk a comin'.
Them wolf chillin is hairy.
Eh. Hic.
...
Congrat, Heathy!
<passes cigars all around>
Dem hippehs ain't got a chance now!
~Puffs on cigar, rolls smoke on tongue~
Yeaah god job Heathy
Congrat, Heathy!
<passes cigars all around>
Dem hippehs ain't got a chance now!
~Puffs on cigar, rolls smoke on tongue~
Yeaah god job Heathy
Yoinkers!!! I been Smurfed!!!
Dab nappit dang internet sorcerers!