...or on ice creamin a fog (i'm the one in a fog, go to sleep late),left hand rob comes into the cube to declare that he finally got sleep and had a weird vegas dream.
"so everyone's getting into cabs in this weird funeral procession. and the cabs are all going to friendlys. and i see you, and scoop and the k waiting for me but, i waive you guys on thinking i'll get in the next cab but they keep on going by. eventually i get a cab and i say to myself finally, i'm ging to get some ice cream. then the alarm goes off. you know bastard, when i was young i was used to my brain dicking me over about women in my dreams but, dicking me over about ice cream is just plain wrong."
it seems the spectre of las veags still haunts us here at the dead animal lined halls of killing stuff monthly.
—the bastard
7 comments:
real nice dub real nice. we try not to go too blue here, ya pervert!
A: not so much with the spelling today, eh?
B: speaking of calming down...
C: you don't get to name anything anymore.
D: gin good. you bad
but you see, that begs the question of, if you name it, is it actually funny?
i find your humor suspect
mine's bigger than yours.
i'm rubber you're glue.
nyah nyah nyah.
yo momma! oh wait we have the same mother. oh well, so much for a decent progression
for the last time, you don't get to name anything anymore. if you have to call and ask me that you want to mention someone like say, hmmmmm....got it, "chives", or his brother "frogs neck" you can call me and i will give you a less gay name for them. sometimes simpler is better
you're entitled
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