*SNORT*
Ya got thet raht Froggie!My pappy once told me that those dadburned hippehs eat froggie-legs! Every durn hippeh could use a round of buckshot in da butt.
{giggles quietly to self} **Yes! I could subvert these country folk into an army against the poodles... an army immune to the poodles' aura of stupidity!**
Not dese froggieh legs!
heeeeh...ptuf!Dang hippeh!
:: snakes out from behind a bunch of boxes in the alley. Keeping low, all action-style, and looks around this thread.
"What is going on here??" I scream.
*BANG!*
Geeeyit ye hippeh commie!
Offa mah lawn raht now!
You didn't see my gun, did you?
:: your ribbons. with flecks of stuff. what is that?
Edit: this is the alley scene in Highlander. gah.
:: snakes out from behind a bunch of boxes in the alley. Keeping low, all action-style, and looks around this thread.
"What is going on here??" I scream.
Them ain't no boxes, them thar's Heathy's projeck cars. That ain't no alley neither, that thar's the privy.
...
Might wanna go set in thar a spell, you ain't smellen right, what with those nasty hippeh payjamas on
Simon
:: snakes out from behind a bunch of boxes in the alley. Keeping low, all action-style, and looks around this thread.
"What is going on here??" I scream.
Them ain't no boxes, them thar's Heathy's projeck cars. That ain't no alley neither, that thar's the privy.
...
Might wanna go set in thar a spell, you ain't smellen right, what with those nasty hippeh payjamas on
omg! Reverse beer goggles.
Simon
says
Eat
your
shorts
while
Heathansson
dances
within
a
oy!
I gave mine to Squiddley, but he went out back to get another jug o' corn squeezins.
Opens up big garish-colored purse, pulls out large twig with inlaid opal handle and several etched runes.
Listen up hippehs! I gots me great-granmama's wand here, an' I reckon Froggyboy'll have a lot of new playmates on the lilypads lessin' yew all make tracks
NAOW VAMOOSE!
This thread has jumped the shark.
Ayup
*pops open anothe PBR*
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*Drinks up all the PBR and pops up another one*
Buuuuuuuurp!
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I gave mine to Squiddley, but he went out back to get another jug o' corn squeezins.
Opens up big garish-colored purse, pulls out large twig with inlaid opal handle and several etched runes.
Listen up hippehs! I gots me great-granmama's wand here, an' I reckon Froggyboy'll have a lot of new playmates on the lilypads lessin' yew all make tracks
NAOW VAMOOSE!
<staggers back in with a jug in one hand and Sarajuana in the other, shooting into the under growth as well>
Gitcher dirty hippeh hindquarters outta hyar, ya dang hippehs!
<BLAM>
Mammy, it wer horridble! Ah done went ta th' still and them hippehs was everwhar! Ah done tolt em to scoot er ah'd let Sarajuana givem a good talkin ta. When ah done sed Sarajuana, they done got all eagerlike an' askt to git a hit from good ol' Sarajuana. It skairt the bejeesis outta meh! Hippehs not skairt ofa shotgun!? Whut in tarnation's wrong wit tha wirlt?!
Soes ah done hit 'em wit Sarajuana, but they dinnit like thet too much soes they done run off. Ah done fillt their hindquarters with 'bout 10 pounds a lead as they was runnin' off in th' woods.
DANG HIPPEHS!!!
<BLAM>
Here be yer shotgun Mammy, an a fresh jug frum down yonder.
<hands over Sarajuana and a fresh jug to Mammy>
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Gitcher dirty hippeh hindquarters outta hyar, ya dang hippehs! <BLAM> ...DANG HIPPEHS!!! <BLAM>
Call me a hippeh?! Them's dangerously close to feuding words, boy. Just for that, y'all can't have none of meh 'Lightning, brewed fresh in meh ole '57 Chevy radiator. {sips deeply from lead glazed mug} Yep, that's mighteh good.... {sips} with just a shotglass of diesel for a twist.
Pulls from fresh jug, wheezes and points Sarajuana downrange
Thankee sai Squiddley. Why use magic when buckshot will do? Naow you hippehs SCRAM!
*click click*
BLAM!
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Ya cain't fool us hippeh. Evybuddy roun heer knows whut kinduh hippeh yew is. We kin tell from yer funneh way o'tawkin. Yer probly wun uh them Eyetalyun citeh hippehs, judjin by yer name.
I kant help howah wah named, it were my mammah (durn succubus, rest her sole). We Dretches are from a long line of Southerners... from the deep, deep, way deep down South. We bin dere sins da original war wit o' Northern Ahgresson!
Ah ain't no goldurned hippeh and ah ain't no darnblasted Northerner from New Yawk City!
Ah reckon so.
Why so glum?
Ayup
