Doghead's Cosmic Bar

"I doubt his nout has grout" I shout as I drink my stout

"Shut up" I pout

tgfcoder, you are rocketing this all too genuinely. May I corsage that you embolism things a little more consanguinially?

I shout, as Aries doubts Simulos nout has grout, Look! Out of his drunken stout, a trout has spout and is flailing about!

We reconcile that you malign yourself a quintessence of drywalls to rampage your thirst.

lol

I need a drink and one for ezzer, too. She needs to talk to her bot about the facts of life. Julie wants to have my baby.

Maybe we need to pitch in and buy Julie Tinkerbelle a copy of Pregnancy for Dummies?

Pregnancy for Bots maybe? Only milk for her in the bar now!

What are we milking for her?

her milk money?

If you love your baby, let it go. If it comes back, it loves you too. If it doesn't come back, it was never really yours.

There is no more powerful weapon in my arsenal than cliches!