AG: I don't see how we're supposed to 8e 8ecoming friends if you recoil from my olive 8ranch like I'm twitching a mummified 8ovine phallus in your direction.
CG: BECOMING FRIENDS, WHAT THE FUCK.
CG: WE WILL NEVER BE FRIENDS, MORON.
AG: Not even h8 friends?
CG: NO. MORE LIKE TWITCHY EYED PROJECTILE VOMITING IN UTTER DISGUST FRIENDS, WHILE I PERFORATE MY BONE BULGE WITH A CULLING FORK.
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This is not random and has everything not to do with the doing of randomness.
Posted 11-21-2007 at 03:11 AM by scrab queen
Pfft. Fine. I'll just post a link. But it seriously lowers the 'what the hell is this?!' factor.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=p4bdfEP3KsU Oh yeah. And I finally found a new catchphrase: DOODIE MAN! *triuphant pose* Oh, wait...I mean *ahem* CRAPWOMAN! Yeah. I tried the AYB thing, but people are clueless in my neighborhood. Everytime I said it, they thought I had a mental disorder. |
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