Aaaah frosty PBR... I missed dis place!
Been rather busy latelee, da hippeh hunt got a nasty turn and I had to go hiding!
oh, and "Ayup"
<wades through puddles of PBRs>
Whalp Froggeh, it's good to see yewwins about. Sit a spell, and if one-a these porch loafers could shoot me that thar eyeball I'd make a nice pie.
*sigh*
If ol' Grue was here he'd hunt me down that thar eyeball fer certain...
'sho'nuff!
*flies checking if the porch has collapsed under that fat mammy yet*
*flies off before they get their guns*
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*pokes his head in*
These wacky threads are still going? Hehe!! ^_^
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So, uh, hi! Sharoth told me I needed to stop by and say hi. Um, which I just did...? Uh... I ain't so good at speechifying, so, uh... carry on!!
*departs*
*comes back*
And tell Sharoth et al I said hi!! ^_^
*departs again... for now...*
Mike!
Good to hear from you. Hope all is well.
Thet McArtor shor is uh funneh feller.
Ain't hiz fallt... heh jus spends two much tihm aroun two manny hippehs. {sips PBR, hooks thumbs on overalls}
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*pokes his head in*
These wacky threads are still going? Hehe!! ^_^
...
...
So, uh, hi! Sharoth told me I needed to stop by and say hi. Um, which I just did...? Uh... I ain't so good at speechifying, so, uh... carry on!!
*departs*
*comes back*
And tell Sharoth et al I said hi!! ^_^
*departs again... for now...*
Gninja Lord come back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fricking hippehs git off me lawn!
Ayuppie
Whut can I say cept that I hate fricking hippehs.
rekkin.
Fricking hippehs
dang grass lovin' hippehs'!!!...
...wait, that ain't so bad...
*flies through smoking a dubey, wearing sandles, sipping tea, with a dreadlock wig on, burning a flag, while reading Karl Marx*
*flies off quickly while the rednecks are suitably antagonized*
I got a hippeh huggin' me olive tree.
Anyone mind if'n I shoot the somnofb*tch?
*Hands TAD a shotgun*
here ya'go
Die you tree huggin hippeh!
a'reckin'
uh-huh
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One day Boudreaux passed by a farm and saw a beautiful horse. Hoping to buy the animal, he said to the farmer: "I think your horse looks pretty good, so I'll give you $500 for him."
"He doesn't look so good, and he's not for sale," the farmer said.
Boudreaux insisted, "I think he looks just fine and I'll up the price to $1,000."
"He doesn't look so good," the farmer said, "but if you want him that much, he's yours."
The next day he came back raging mad. He went up to the farmer and screamed, "You sold me a blind horse. You cheated me!"
The farmer calmly replied, "I told you he didn't look so good, didn't I?"