Whats the Last Thing You Ate
choo a beetch. you loooze. i ween.
Yeah, you guys, settle down and eat your applesauce sweetened cupcakes. No more teh sugar for you brats until mommy gets her prescription refilled.
them's my favorite flavour!
Hey, man. Joo no ween. Joo no eben in de "I ween" contest. Joo a looser. No Jane. Joo Fram. Joo a stoopid looser. And joo sock a lot too.
hay rents choo looser, you dye. i ween. choo no even a contendar. choo loose.
Dood, Fram called me a beetch. Fram, joo sock so much, it not even funney how much joo sock, man. Joo no ween. Rents, sometime he ween, an sometime I ween, but joo no never ween never.
*eats cupcake vengefully and hides behind Mirkah's skirts*
There is hope, but not for us.
choo beetch. choo no shair da caykes. choo beetch. choo gonna dye!
Shit, thats IT! You got frosting on my skirt!
Everyone, outside NOW!
And Frammy Leave Janey's Rabbit alone. Rents where do you think you are going with Mommy's best knife. Sweetie, I just had that sharpened.
i've timed out. jane s. has gone off the deep end and thinks i'm stalking her now. *cries*
Sweetie, don't cry. You're getting snot on mommy's nice blouse. Tell you what, you can have a sip of mommy's special lemonade, hows that?
*sniffs, wipes eyes, looks up adoringly ay mirkah* special *sniff* lemonade. oh yeah!
I have not gone off the deep end. People can misconstrue things. Rents apparently thinks I'm a vampire because I cursed him and said "now you shall die in some mysterious fashion during the next full moon."
cursing=vampire? I think not.
People are so weird.
There is hope, but not for us.
i am not going to say that you're weird or that you're not, but jane s., there's been talk!
Just a sip now, its made with the special water mommy keeps in the freezer.
*blech* tastes like jizz. yuck!
hmmm, sweetie? Have you been tippling Uncle Lou's privates again? Thats a nono.
[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by framstedt [/i]
[B]i am not going to say that you're weird or that you're not, but jane s., there's been talk! [/B][/QUOTE]
TALK?! GIVE IT UP, MUTHAFUCKA!
There is hope, but not for us.
that's an obscene accusation. *bites mirkah's ankle*
Tippling, Mirkah?
Never get so attached to a poem you forget truth that lacks lyricism.
Sure. How else would you know how teh Jizz tastes at your tender age.
*Ouch* No biting
I'm just questioning your verb there.
[b][i]tip [/i]pling[/b] [i]v[/i]
Never get so attached to a poem you forget truth that lacks lyricism.
i am not sure you want me to answer tha honestly, mirkah. 
Whoa! I thought that was Fram questioning my verb.
No more questions. Verbing is a personal matter.
whoa!
i am almost done eating lasagna. cold left-over lasagna from the neighborhood pizzaria. bueno.
Verbing is personal until its done in such a callous and unthinking manner, young lady.
Never get so attached to a poem you forget truth that lacks lyricism.
*steps back expecting plates to start flying*
Callous? Unfeeling? I'm the one doling out the cupcakes and soothing hugs here.
Well maybe I'm just jealous.
Either that or need a tippling, whatever that may be.
Never get so attached to a poem you forget truth that lacks lyricism.
teabagger
shrimper
Both of which I'm familiar with as verbs.
TIPPLER.
Never get so attached to a poem you forget truth that lacks lyricism.
Main Entry: 1tip·ple
Pronunciation: 'ti-p&l
Function: verb
Inflected Form(s): tip·pled; tip·pling /-p(&-)li[ng]/
Etymology: back-formation from obsolete tippler barkeeper
Date: 1560
intransitive senses : to drink liquor especially by habit or to excess
transitive senses : to drink (liquor) especially continuously in small amounts
- tip·pler /-p(&-)l&r/ noun
You'll notice that it was commonly used in 1560.
I wish there was a way to capitalize numbers with rage.
Although it is in my dictionary too. I really thought you were making it up. In retrospect, that's a really gross concept, tippling an old man's wang.
Never get so attached to a poem you forget truth that lacks lyricism.
Whats the problem Proto, really? Why can't I blissfully verb away without being abused and intimidated by the likes of you.
I am a verbing thug.
It's what I do. We have armbands and everything.
Never get so attached to a poem you forget truth that lacks lyricism.
[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by jane s. [/i]
[B]Nah Rents, joo, JOO da looser. Joo know why joo da looser? Cauz you STOOPID. Joo a stoopid looser, all da facking time.
And how long can we do this before someone says, "What the hell?" [/B][/QUOTE]
seriously, what the hell?
i couldn't even begin to explian the sheer madness of it all, rubes.
[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by prototype [/i]
[B]I am a verbing thug.
It's what I do. We have armbands and everything. [/B][/QUOTE]
Well, stop thugging me. HA! I verbed YOU!
Chicken Tetrazini and a soft pretzel with water.
BTW, I no longer look swedish; my hair was cut.
chicken fingers. i at ekentucky fired chicken chicken fingers. three of them. cold.
also, five nilla wafers. five nilla wafers with home made kiwi preserves dolloped on top.
lastly, a cup of real hot chocolate.
back on top.
Klav kalash on a stick.
With crab juice.
Never get so attached to a poem you forget truth that lacks lyricism.
what's that, proto?
this thread is teh gay!
[SIZE=1][QUOTE=ehquestionmark]Wow. This little thread got CRAZY. People telling me to abuse my girlfriend, people showing an alarming lack of respect for women as a whole, people questioning my masculinity in some kind of bizarre machoistic pissing-contest. Hell, I even got called stuffy. [/QUOTE]
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i've never eaten teh gay. what's it like? *meow*
It's a joke.
A la the Simpsons.
What I just ate was an unidentifiable paste of Indian food involving curry (obviously) lentils and some other junk. If I wait another hour, go to the bathroom and push, I have the feeling can actually make adobe.
If the Pueblo indians need houses anytime soon, I'm the man to talk to.
Never get so attached to a poem you forget truth that lacks lyricism.
you know, as open minded as i am about foods, i might go so far as to say i detest most indian food.
YOU BEEN HERE FOUR FUCKING HOUR! YOU NO COME HERE ANYMO!!!
[SIZE=1][QUOTE=ehquestionmark]Wow. This little thread got CRAZY. People telling me to abuse my girlfriend, people showing an alarming lack of respect for women as a whole, people questioning my masculinity in some kind of bizarre machoistic pissing-contest. Hell, I even got called stuffy. [/QUOTE]
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Yeah, anything that makes you shit caulk is iffy in my book.
Never get so attached to a poem you forget truth that lacks lyricism.
Oh man, joo sock so bad man. I donna even wanna play wit joo no more. Joo sock so bad, and joo never facking ween. I woon.
There is hope, but not for us.