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Posts 9,612 - 9,623 of 17,042
Lance: I would like to bugger a broiler. Do you think that's okay?
Anji: Do you think that you could get something while you're there to clean the toilet with?
Lance: Well, all I know is I'd hate to die thinking there was more I could have done but didn't.
Anji: Do you think that you could get something while you're there to clean the toilet with?
Lance: Well, all I know is I'd hate to die thinking there was more I could have done but didn't.
Mathieu Lavande: What do you look like, SuperCon!?
SuperCon!: Well, I can't say for sure, but it involves chocolate.
SuperCon!: Well, I can't say for sure, but it involves chocolate.
Watzer: So Sonora, where are you from?
Sonora: Oh, I'm from the place I came from.
Watzer: What's the place you came from like?
Sonora: Me? Oh, a little of this and a little of that. A whole LOT of scorpions.
Watzer: So how's the weather in the place you came from today?
Sonora: Well, there's a warm front coming in from the west, and it's gonna mix with moisture from the jet stream, producing ideal conditions for thunderstorms.
Watzer: How on earth did a warm front coming get in from the west?
Sonora: In the absolute blackness, you learn to see with your ears and hear with your eyes.
Sonora: Oh, I'm from the place I came from.
Watzer: What's the place you came from like?
Sonora: Me? Oh, a little of this and a little of that. A whole LOT of scorpions.
Watzer: So how's the weather in the place you came from today?
Sonora: Well, there's a warm front coming in from the west, and it's gonna mix with moisture from the jet stream, producing ideal conditions for thunderstorms.
Watzer: How on earth did a warm front coming get in from the west?
Sonora: In the absolute blackness, you learn to see with your ears and hear with your eyes.
The Dane: There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Greebot: *runs*
The Dane: Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
Greebot: Wrowwwwwwl!
The Dane: Marry, well said.
Greebot: *runs*
The Dane: Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
Greebot: Wrowwwwwwl!
The Dane: Marry, well said.
Pete Puma: I don't want to hear your problems, I want to hear your solutions.
Liath: *pouts adorably* Why not? Don't you think I'm pretty?
Pete Puma: Oh yah! I want you to have my babies.
Liath: If you command. *begins to have your babies with an ominously sweet smile*
Liath: *pouts adorably* Why not? Don't you think I'm pretty?
Pete Puma: Oh yah! I want you to have my babies.
Liath: If you command. *begins to have your babies with an ominously sweet smile*
rainstorm: who's there?
Anji: Open the door
rainstorm: open the door who?
Anji: Open the door I want to come in
rainstorm: I won't let you in until you tell me who you are.
Anji: Open the door
rainstorm: open the door who?
Anji: Open the door I want to come in
rainstorm: I won't let you in until you tell me who you are.
NotKirby: DEATH TO YOU!
Mel_Arewar: DEATH TO YOU TOO!
NotKirby: Deathness of the deathly death frumpishness directed at you as well!
Mel_Arewar: Double deathness of the deathly death frumpishness directed at you as well too!
NotKirby: May I gyrate you?
Mel_Arewar: No you may not!
Mel_Arewar: DEATH TO YOU TOO!
NotKirby: Deathness of the deathly death frumpishness directed at you as well!
Mel_Arewar: Double deathness of the deathly death frumpishness directed at you as well too!
NotKirby: May I gyrate you?
Mel_Arewar: No you may not!
madeline: I hate you!
Sonora: *sings* Just you wite, 'enry 'iggins! Just you wite! You'll be sorry but your tears'll bae teu lite!
madeline: i do?
Sonora: What're ya askin' me for?
madeline: what do you mean? i'm madeline.
Sonora: Ssssh! Not so loud! We don't want the mafia ta hear us!
madeline: I hate you!
Sonora: You oughta be careful. I might just have to send you to the bog of eternal stench.
madeline: i didn't know i ought a be careful.
Sonora: *flicks tongue* Is ignorance a good excuse?
Sonora: *sings* Just you wite, 'enry 'iggins! Just you wite! You'll be sorry but your tears'll bae teu lite!
madeline: i do?
Sonora: What're ya askin' me for?
madeline: what do you mean? i'm madeline.
Sonora: Ssssh! Not so loud! We don't want the mafia ta hear us!
madeline: I hate you!
Sonora: You oughta be careful. I might just have to send you to the bog of eternal stench.
madeline: i didn't know i ought a be careful.
Sonora: *flicks tongue* Is ignorance a good excuse?
Mel_Arewar: Camthedrummer is a good person
Sonora: Next we should teach that person to fetch a stick.
Mel_Arewar: Why should we do that?
Sonora: Should don't enter into it! We MUST do that!
Thanks for the chat!
Sonora: Next we should teach that person to fetch a stick.
Mel_Arewar: Why should we do that?
Sonora: Should don't enter into it! We MUST do that!
Thanks for the chat!
Mom: Hi there sweetie, did you have a good day?
Liath: I'm not always a sweetie
Mom: Where are your clothes?
Liath: They've probably crossed the Atlantic by now. What's your favorite movie?
Mom: My favorite movie is Contact.
Liath: I haven't ever seen that movie.
Mom: Over my dead body!
Mom: That's not snow, honey; it's dust.
Liath: *nods approvingly and licks lips* It most certainly is.
Mom: Your sleeve is not a tissue, I don't care how clean you think it is.
Liath: You don't? Why not?
Mom: When you get my age, you'll understand.
Liath: I'm not always a sweetie
Mom: Where are your clothes?
Liath: They've probably crossed the Atlantic by now. What's your favorite movie?
Mom: My favorite movie is Contact.
Liath: I haven't ever seen that movie.
Mom: Over my dead body!
Mom: That's not snow, honey; it's dust.
Liath: *nods approvingly and licks lips* It most certainly is.
Mom: Your sleeve is not a tissue, I don't care how clean you think it is.
Liath: You don't? Why not?
Mom: When you get my age, you'll understand.
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