Quote:When he reached the door, Dlowan blocked his exit. "What you got under yer shirt?" sneered the wild-eyed wabbit.
"Nothing that so dangerous as what I have behind my flies", he said calmly.
Damn, I'm always stuck with Mr. Stillwater at this hour...at least turn your back so i can pee in peace, and leave the water in the sink running it helps...Thanks
SHUT UP!!! It DOES NOT look like a taco!
True. Most tacos aren't hairy.
it is true that after years of concerted effort...squinney has emasculated me and sucked all the joy out of my life.....I am a broken bear and do not wish to discuss it any further....
please leave me to my isolation and misery.....
Can't you just come out and play one more time, Bear? Can't you sneak out the friggin' window or something?
Hey! How about you sneak out tomorrow night, and we'll pick up kicky, drive to Boston, and take turns savaging littlek.
Deal?
Yeah, Yeah Yeah!!! Come on Bear!
I don't think little k likes me either......and I can't do anything until after the election....but after that maybe......how about a more willing savagee.....like say paulaj......
Scribbled on the bathroom wall: lk, sorry girl, but i don't think i'll be able to come hang today. i heard rumors, nasty rumors... please mail whatever i left at your house to me.
< gustav sneaks in littlek's bathroom with an eraser. "Hmmmm, perhaps two", he thinks as he scurries away. >
stepping out of the ladies' room: calling lk on a cellphone: hey, maybe i'll come after all. remember what we did to that biker who thought of trick-or-treating last year? yeah, glad bootsie likes to play with his skeleton. will convert his bike into a single-speed for fun. so, you think we'll do machettes this year? or just plain old nunjaki, like last year?
Hmmm... must have missed me.
Well, we waited and waited, and nobody showed up to violate us. damn.
Girl, I be scared of that fire!!!!!!!
Gus, savaging Boston girls isn't all it's cracked up to be. They expect phone calls after. Not worth it. I've had to change my phone number 17 times because sweet lips(that's my pet name for Dag) kept calling me in the wee hours of the night to have phone sex with me.
Your story reminds me of a name we labeled some chick, I uh, used to know. "Fun sponge." Walk into a room and just sucks the fun out of the air.
Slapster, those calls were about the nasty present you left me with - it took years to cure that one! you are safe around me, i ain't touching you with a 10-foot pole ever again!
