Doghead's Cosmic Bar

I'll save the duckies!! *Unhooks propane gas tank from grill and is promptly sent into lunar orbit*
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..................."

And I was looking forward to the experience of being roasted alive. Oh well.

Quack quack!

checks the spit. i think the duckies are tender enough. anybody interested?

Our programmer is preparing Rock Cornish Game Hens on the Grill tonight.

I feel derogatory and implicit all over! Quack quack!

*yells at Carpediem*
Thanks for trying to save to duckies!

The birdie still here?

Hey time out everybody!!! It's Starchild birthday. *hanging up balloons and rolling out gigantic cake with strawberries*

*whooooooooooooooooosh* *Comes out of orbit and lands in middle of cake*

hey car. any weird stuff in ur transcript is not my fault.
directly. u could say it was but i didn't do it.

She just thinks she was born. If she examines her memory closely, she will notice that she remembers nothing before about the age of one and a half. There's a reason for that....

Happy birthday, Starchild. This offsetting of the page is making us dizzy.

Carpediem!! Watch were you're going, Starchild hasnt even seen her cake yet and you ruined it. *Pushes off ruined cake and gives carpediem mean look*

*rolls in a new, larger cake with indestructo icing*