tried to make it sourkraut
while Tabbykins the fiddle-playing kitty
wicked echidna who scissorlocked his
spiny little legs around the
Kitty's head, thus causing much
hairball expulsion and strange noises.
The kitty put away fiddle
and drew bastard sword. "Now,
Iiiinnnn Booooooots! *reverb* Fear my
mreeow! I will dice thee,
thou vile and villainous villain!
The wicked echidna summoned marsupial
fiendish basilisk steed, looked through
his unoculars at a coyote
"well that's something you don't...
see every day- coyote wearing
summer fer cryin' out loud!!!"
bottle a Brass Monkey! And
thet's one funky monkey, funky!
the sunset with its furry
campanion and its loyal sidekick.
At least that's the story
they want you to believe.
The truth, however, is that
they snuck back into town
under cover of darkness and
western apparel, for the Roper
was a fiend for fashionable
Amerikaanse broek van het cowboyleer
for tasty viddles, indeed. When
ropers feast on canned cheese,
have your gasmasks in good
condition, as this triggers their
version of Otto's Irresistable Flatulence
and Bigby's Wrathful Discharge, empowered.
such powerful weaponry, no one
arrogant drow who consider themselves
"too black ta kill, suckah".
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