The monkey man would like to smile upon you today but you seem to have absolutely no cheese whatsoever. Thats too bad. I never really liked you anyways, but if I did, I swear I'd kill that little platypus. Imagine it. I bet he wouldn't even have a clue. I'd probably stuff his pants with ex-lax.... just to tick the little guy off.
Unfortunately, I dont like you and therefore dont care enough about you to kill an innocent monkey. Why oh why aren't you here?
The boredom is arresting. My poop swells with fear that I may die of boredom and get stuck in an infinte loop... one, not filled with happiness, but with desparation, and diarrhea.
Thats right. Feel it. I know you want to. I saw you looking at it from across the room. It might be small, but its about the greatest mouse in the world. Go ahead, now, its ok. You can touch it. I just cleaned his ball. He has been a naughty little pointer...
WHAT IS THIS?????????
A tiger? A FREAKING HUGE CAT????? its just like that damned pig!
BAAAAAAAAH
Take this tiger. Put it in your mouth
Spit it out.
Run around naked.
got to poop.
This cheese you so oddly speak of is not here. Your constant blather about cheese is the sole cause of my undying haterd towards you. The multicolored Lumberjacks of the Yule only infuriated my wrath all the more! Ah yes! It is time for you to eat. Eat! Eat! Eat! Hahaha....Fly Fatass Fly!
The Sputtering of nonsense from either oriface seems to be a strong point of yours...
--Ahh, Yes, said the lemur.... but whose smells none the better?
It was the cow of course
"Moooooo Said the cow"
But where did he go?
In the poop room of course. Where else do mad cows go?
'It's obvious to me' said the the three legged Dingo, 'that the sheer stupidity of your bretheren the Mad Cow would drive him to the outer edges of Madame Montego's montage.'
'Aaahhhhh!!! Get those Damn Lumberjacks away from me!!'
And Ryusonuke Speaks....
Whom are these so called 'lumber-jacks'???
What do they do? Where are they? AND WHY THE HELL DO THEY KEEP MOVING AROUND???
I believe it was richard nixon (so called, 'Tricky Dick') whom said "What is that noise coming from the front of your pants????"
He further elaborated that the noise sounded like someone laughing, but it came directly from the front of the man's pants.
The question is, who's pants were they?
The real question today isn't whose pants they are, but why is it that the pants remind me so of my days in gentle mountains of Zimbabwe? Ah yes I remember those far gone days, It seems like just yesterday....
I Like to play with tuna fish in the sand box while I run around in the sandy shore of mountainous of Zimbabwe.
Ahh, yes my freind. That was a good memory. I, too, enjoyed the smell of wet fish in the morning and the feeling of sand in my underpants.
My balls are wet.
Lacross is fun.
Yes I remember that Little boy Masoto, he was a cunning little lad, or was he a penguin I met at the flea market?
Ah well It matters not.
Back on the subjet of odd pants noise... Here's Ryusonuke.
What can you tell us today Mr. Ryusonuke?
Well, As I understand it The Lumberjacks cut down trees because they can.
Thank you.
The misty morning marigolds make money manufafacturing mass mailing moo goo gi pan mainly to mongolians.
Tetsuse here to elaborate more upon the pants noise:
I was once a correspondant with the Russian Government, with which Comrade "Tricky Dick". He told me that he found it to be "extremely pleasurable for someone to put him in a bathtub full of ice water while someone pours an entire bowl of hot grits (no cheese, thank you) down his trousers.
Why?
Because we love you.
Ah, and now the real subjet rears it's ugly oatmeal coated appedages....
It behooves( and I mean all four hooves) me to explain to everyone the proper usage of "grits".
The undeniably pleasurable experience of grits down ones pants is a special experience to be shared on special occasions, for example Kwanzaa. And it should only be done with one who is loved by all the people of the world, not like "Tricky Dick". Now someone more like Harry Belofonte....yup.
That is all.
--
Thats it???
Thats all you can offer when I payed HOW MANY??? Four hard earned American Dollars???
You are a sorry excuse for an Albanian, and surely a crook whom has no business dealing with the said lumberjacks because you cant even keep the grits out of your pants for more than the time it takes you to make another bowl.
Where oh where has my little gecko gone? Of all the sick things.....
I mean, how small was that guy? Jeez, I hope Mr. Happy didn't eat him. Mr. Happy is really mean for such a fuzzy little gerbil.
Oh thats evil, Ryusonuke! Pouring hot grits down your pants is one thing, but drowning gerbils in it, oh, thats just insane, damnit.
Yeah yeah, thats right, you can take that QWERTY thing and shove it up your buttocks. I'll take my DVORAK everywhere i go, thank you very much.
Nonsense nonsense nonsense. You are not a very passionate bird. Nowhere near as loveable as the Penguin under my bed. More like the toucan I scoff at every day.
"I scoff at you" I tell the toucan. Fucking cereal peddler. I never really liked cereal since they got rid of beef flavored oatmeal scented butterflakes.
I don't get it, was I the only person in the world whom enjoyed them as much as the rather insane Ryusonuke enjoys pouring grits down his pants, or bathing in hot buttered popcorn??
The world may never know. But we do know how many licks it takes to eat an entire stick of butter.
What i want to know is why peanut butter doesnt come in sticks like regular butter.
I think its a good idea.
No tengo ningún sentido del olor porque hay demasiado queso.
Por qué hay tan muchos cerdos pero ningunos albaneses?
Donde está la carne de vaca
I think that is the question on everyone's mind
And now those famous words from Baron Wolfgang Von Strohiem:
"Ich wünsche Ihren kranken fated Unsinn Teil meiner Lebensdauer nicht werden, ich mich fühle jedoch, daß Ihr Punkt auf dem mesozoischen Lebensstil gut zum Tagwetter entsprochen wird."
Thats the end of the show for tonite kiddies, but tomorrow they'll be two more showings at ten and at two, so please bring peanut butter.
I don't know what your talking about. The woman with the whip said I was bad bad bad....oh yeah I like that you know... What no! What do you think I'm talking about you pervert?!
"Das strangeness Ihrer unteren Seite unterhält mich"
Strangeness of your lower page maintains me!!
'Weep, Weep!', spat the overly exasperated chibi bird, "I have no one to throw parcheze at."
Why does Kneel never open this damn nonsense pad...I can't spout nonsense alone!!!!!
some things to keep in mind include the fact that you shouldnt starch your knickers.
russians are fun but stay away from the ones who have white stuff on their nose.
el pequeño hombre preguntó al dios no dejó las heces fuera de sus pantalones
Rubber bands dont taste good. You shouldnt eat them unless youre really hungry or really stupid. Like Ryusonnuke... one time that moron ate a whole bunch of american french fries which had been rotting on the floorboard of my japanese car for many many moons (i hadnt eaten mcdonalds in 6 months so i guess you can figure out how old they were).
Mmm but the smell of cheese in the air is invigoratingly erotic this time of year. my nipples are expanding as we speak.
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GUNDAM!!!!!!!!!!!!
And Record of Lodoss War...
Oh and Flame of Recca.....
Oh yeah, And Kenshin....
And Ranma 1/2
And Video Girl Ai..
And and and a.... Oh god.. theres so may...
The monkey man would like to smile upon you today but you seem to have absolutely no cheese whatsoever. Thats too bad. I never really liked you anyways, but if I did, I swear I'd kill that little platypus. Imagine it. I bet he wouldn't even have a clue. I'd probably stuff his pants with ex-lax.... just to tick the little guy off.
Unfortunately, I dont like you and therefore dont care enough about you to kill an innocent monkey. Why oh why aren't you here?
The boredom is arresting. My poop swells with fear that I may die of boredom and get stuck in an infinte loop... one, not filled with happiness, but with desparation, and diarrhea.
Thats right. Feel it. I know you want to. I saw you looking at it from across the room. It might be small, but its about the greatest mouse in the world. Go ahead, now, its ok. You can touch it. I just cleaned his ball. He has been a naughty little pointer...
WHAT IS THIS?????????
A tiger? A FREAKING HUGE CAT????? its just like that damned pig!
BAAAAAAAAH
Take this tiger. Put it in your mouth
Spit it out.
Run around naked.
got to poop.
This cheese you so oddly speak of is not here. Your constant blather about cheese is the sole cause of my undying haterd towards you. The multicolored Lumberjacks of the Yule only infuriated my wrath all the more! Ah yes! It is time for you to eat. Eat! Eat! Eat! Hahaha....Fly Fatass Fly!
The Sputtering of nonsense from either oriface seems to be a strong point of yours...
--Ahh, Yes, said the lemur.... but whose smells none the better?
It was the cow of course
"Moooooo Said the cow"
But where did he go?
In the poop room of course. Where else do mad cows go?
'It's obvious to me' said the the three legged Dingo, 'that the sheer stupidity of your bretheren the Mad Cow would drive him to the outer edges of Madame Montego's montage.'
'Aaahhhhh!!! Get those Damn Lumberjacks away from me!!'
And Ryusonuke Speaks....
Whom are these so called 'lumber-jacks'???
What do they do? Where are they? AND WHY THE HELL DO THEY KEEP MOVING AROUND???
I believe it was richard nixon (so called, 'Tricky Dick') whom said "What is that noise coming from the front of your pants????"
He further elaborated that the noise sounded like someone laughing, but it came directly from the front of the man's pants.
The question is, who's pants were they?
The real question today isn't whose pants they are, but why is it that the pants remind me so of my days in gentle mountains of Zimbabwe? Ah yes I remember those far gone days, It seems like just yesterday....
I Like to play with tuna fish in the sand box while I run around in the sandy shore of mountainous of Zimbabwe.
Ahh, yes my freind. That was a good memory. I, too, enjoyed the smell of wet fish in the morning and the feeling of sand in my underpants.
My balls are wet.
Lacross is fun.
Yes I remember that Little boy Masoto, he was a cunning little lad, or was he a penguin I met at the flea market?
Ah well It matters not.
Back on the subjet of odd pants noise... Here's Ryusonuke.
What can you tell us today Mr. Ryusonuke?
Well, As I understand it The Lumberjacks cut down trees because they can.
Thank you.
The misty morning marigolds make money manufafacturing mass mailing moo goo gi pan mainly to mongolians.
Tetsuse here to elaborate more upon the pants noise:
I was once a correspondant with the Russian Government, with which Comrade "Tricky Dick". He told me that he found it to be "extremely pleasurable for someone to put him in a bathtub full of ice water while someone pours an entire bowl of hot grits (no cheese, thank you) down his trousers.
Why?
Because we love you.
Ah, and now the real subjet rears it's ugly oatmeal coated appedages....
It behooves( and I mean all four hooves) me to explain to everyone the proper usage of "grits".
The undeniably pleasurable experience of grits down ones pants is a special experience to be shared on special occasions, for example Kwanzaa. And it should only be done with one who is loved by all the people of the world, not like "Tricky Dick". Now someone more like Harry Belofonte....yup.
That is all.
--
Thats it???
Thats all you can offer when I payed HOW MANY??? Four hard earned American Dollars???
You are a sorry excuse for an Albanian, and surely a crook whom has no business dealing with the said lumberjacks because you cant even keep the grits out of your pants for more than the time it takes you to make another bowl.
Where oh where has my little gecko gone? Of all the sick things.....
I mean, how small was that guy? Jeez, I hope Mr. Happy didn't eat him. Mr. Happy is really mean for such a fuzzy little gerbil.
Oh thats evil, Ryusonuke! Pouring hot grits down your pants is one thing, but drowning gerbils in it, oh, thats just insane, damnit.
Yeah yeah, thats right, you can take that QWERTY thing and shove it up your buttocks. I'll take my DVORAK everywhere i go, thank you very much.
Nonsense nonsense nonsense. You are not a very passionate bird. Nowhere near as loveable as the Penguin under my bed. More like the toucan I scoff at every day.
"I scoff at you" I tell the toucan. Fucking cereal peddler. I never really liked cereal since they got rid of beef flavored oatmeal scented butterflakes.
I don't get it, was I the only person in the world whom enjoyed them as much as the rather insane Ryusonuke enjoys pouring grits down his pants, or bathing in hot buttered popcorn??
The world may never know. But we do know how many licks it takes to eat an entire stick of butter.
What i want to know is why peanut butter doesnt come in sticks like regular butter.
I think its a good idea.
No tengo ningún sentido del olor porque hay demasiado queso.
Por qué hay tan muchos cerdos pero ningunos albaneses?
Donde está la carne de vaca
I think that is the question on everyone's mind
And now those famous words from Baron Wolfgang Von Strohiem:
"Ich wünsche Ihren kranken fated Unsinn Teil meiner Lebensdauer nicht werden, ich mich fühle jedoch, daß Ihr Punkt auf dem mesozoischen Lebensstil gut zum Tagwetter entsprochen wird."
Thats the end of the show for tonite kiddies, but tomorrow they'll be two more showings at ten and at two, so please bring peanut butter.
I don't know what your talking about. The woman with the whip said I was bad bad bad....oh yeah I like that you know... What no! What do you think I'm talking about you pervert?!
"Das strangeness Ihrer unteren Seite unterhält mich"
Strangeness of your lower page maintains me!!
'Weep, Weep!', spat the overly exasperated chibi bird, "I have no one to throw parcheze at."
Why does Kneel never open this damn nonsense pad...I can't spout nonsense alone!!!!!
some things to keep in mind include the fact that you shouldnt starch your knickers.
russians are fun but stay away from the ones who have white stuff on their nose.
el pequeño hombre preguntó al dios no dejó las heces fuera de sus pantalones
Rubber bands dont taste good. You shouldnt eat them unless youre really hungry or really stupid. Like Ryusonnuke... one time that moron ate a whole bunch of american french fries which had been rotting on the floorboard of my japanese car for many many moons (i hadnt eaten mcdonalds in 6 months so i guess you can figure out how old they were).
Mmm but the smell of cheese in the air is invigoratingly erotic this time of year. my nipples are expanding as we speak.