Bella Dea wrote:What a load of ka-ka ding ding....
you stinkin' wabba weiner.
Bella, you've broken my pure little heart, you stinky belly button.
BBB
BumbleBeeBoogie wrote:Bella Dea wrote:What a load of ka-ka ding ding....
you stinkin' wabba weiner.
Bella, you've broken my pure little heart, you stkinky belly button.
BBB
not you BBB...you are in no way a poopy eyed wing ding. You are as friendly as a squishy, cotton wabble-walter. (That's a good thing :wink: )
Both a you got bats on your bonnets and bees in your belfries and best be quiet while the grownups growl... <wagging index finger>
All a y'all are a buncha pantywaists . . .
hey, now keep your twoodling aforisms to your self, Setanta...you boinging blatter bot.
Why, you sarsparilla-guzzlin' school marm . . .
ah, keep your flappy mouth shut you fluffy scallywagger!
Pantywaists!! How dare you, sir! Take that surly approach somewhere else or I'll, I'll, I'll let you know what for, you sorry slosh of slickum slowly sliding sidelong to a slumpy dump.
Oh yeh? Well you crowbait, I'll clean your plow until you learn to shut your big bazoo. Dadgum, it's hot as a whorehouse on nickel night and with all this blowhard simpering, I'm gittin' even hotter! Now skeddadle, you mudsill and ride a shanksmare out of town.
What ? ! ? ! ?
I am assailed by a collection of fishwives ? ! ? ! ?
Get thee behind me, trollop ! ! !
(drawing pistol out of cowgirl belt) I ain't afraid to use this!! You...you slack jawed, buck toothed, jug eared, mule whipping son of a fast woman!
Behind you? Never!! United we stand against scallywaggery at its basest, scullduggery at its most scurrilous, and sinning when not supported by sensuous satin pillows!
Sinning supported by sensuous satin pillows? Hot damn, girl, whoulda thunk there was such a thing?
Now that scallawag tryin'to give us orders just don't know what he's got hisself into. It's a world a trouble and we're just the gals that can hornswaggle him into a hoosgaw while we got to Starbucks and have s little bear sign!
Bah, I ain't scairt! Get thee behind US you lily-livered, horny-toenailed sorry bag of wildebeest droppings!
Guess we frightened him away, huh? The sorry bag of wildebeest droppings is prolly off'n lookin' up hooskow spellin.
Setanta wrote:All a y'all are a buncha pantywaists . . .
<swoon>
He had me at "All a y'all."
(twirling pistol) Why....why that low down, no good, stage coach robbin', cattle rustlin', bank swindlin', prairie dog chasing varmit! He'd better git fur good!
But waaaaaaaaaaaiiiit, we're going to have to save Eva from herself... she's probably run off with the nambydexterously nattering nugget of noisome noodling.
Waaaaal, he can park his ol' boots under my bunk anytime iffen he needs a good hidey-hole. <reachin' fer smellin' salts> Diddnya see the twinkle in his eye right 'fore he hightailed it outta here? That's some hunka cowboy there, I'm tellin' ya!
