Didja eet beans er sumthin?
Ah ain't shor ah wunna do thet. Yew pull it CH.
Mebbe we kin git sum hippeh tuh do it...
Whured that mime hippeh go?
Big Mammy Grillz wrote: Whured that mime hippeh go? BWAUUUURP.
Ah reckon Ol'grue done et em.
taig wrote: 'Tis a shame, really.
Wuzzat?
Prithee pardon my current vernacular.
taig wrote: Prithee pardon my current vernacular.
{spots raspberry jam spots on the badger's ankle} Hey, you've been bit by a were-hippeh!
Gadzooks! Out, out damn spot!
taig wrote: Gadzooks! Out, out damn spot!
Did you always sound like Dr. Peter Venkman?
Oh wait, I have black beans & rice in my ears...
Wolfie, KC's #2 Buddy wrote: taig wrote: Gadzooks! Out, out damn spot!
Did you always sound like Dr. Peter Venkman?
Oh wait, I have black beans & rice in my ears... I am quite certain a knock to the noggin will set me straight.
taig wrote: Wolfie, KC's #2 Buddy wrote: Did you always sound like Dr. Peter Venkman?
Oh wait, I have black beans & rice in my ears...
I am quite certain a knock to the noggin will set me straight.
I can't hit you Mr. Venkman; you defend good country folk from evil hippeh ghosts.
{starts chasing imaginary hippeh fairies} Come back here Keymaster!
Grue, go chase that thur silly hippeh off the lawn would ya?
Big Mammy Grillz wrote: Grue, go chase that thur silly hippeh off the lawn would ya? AUGH! Gozer, the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Ma'am! {runs out of thread}
How ever shall I return to normal?
Wolfie, KC's #2 Buddy wrote: Big Mammy Grillz wrote: Grue, go chase that thur silly hippeh off the lawn would ya? AUGH! Gozer, the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Ma'am! {runs out of thread} GWOARFF GWOARFF!! *pounces!!*
*hits taig in the back of the head with the butt of his shotgun*
Mebbeh thet'll knock some sense interyer.
Ayubetcha.
Boy howdy, ah think ah'm better now!
Much obliged angel!
Ah tell you whut, we dun got ahr badger back.
>o.O,<
still wan' ma hatt bac.
don gidat boahiz hat bake.
Grue done et it anyhow, aint'cho Grue?
Sorry bout that Mr. Mime Hippeh.
Bag Mammay so greazy,
shayuse bacon fer a bandade!
Warwoof yew so mangy yew look like Whitney's wig after a big fight with Bobby.
You so fat, step on a rainbow and make some Skittles.
Yew so old yew owe Conan a quarter.
Go eat some Wheat Thicks, fatback!
I thought Warwoofs got less contrary onct they bin fixed ...
Oh, yew ain't bin fixed?
Now that's jest a cryin' shame ...
Yo bald spot so big, you took a shower and got brainwashed!
Isn't it about time to getcher nasty ass to the petshop and get alla that poop cut outta your fur? Sh1t ain't right ...
Go dump some salt water down yer drawls, to keep your crabs fresh.
Go buy yerself a mouthharp and learn to play it. The flea circus on your nethers be a lot more interestin' with some music in the background ...
Whut're ya'll fahtin bout?
Aberzombie wrote: Whut're ya'll fahtin bout? Tee hee
Ah think the woof is gettin fected-like by the moon.
Ah herd thet kin happin with warwoofs.
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