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mario
April 2008
edited April 2008
DEWONNAWONGA
Now, this is just spiffy!
Faith Kitty
April 2008
edited April 2008
AJORBWELDUN
Now, this is just cooky!
bruce
April 2008
edited April 2008
HUZAJUZAWUJ!
Now, this is just coolness!
Silverward
April 2008
edited April 2008
CHUMBAWUMBA!
Now, you're playing with power!
bruce
April 2008
edited April 2008
This thread is stupid.
god
April 2008
edited April 2008
This Night Lord is stupid.
mario
April 2008
edited April 2008
This stupidity is excessive.
bruce
April 2008
edited April 2008
This excessiveness is lacking
Serephel
April 2008
edited April 2008
This is madness.
god
April 2008
edited April 2008
This is not a 300 reference.
Serephel
April 2008
edited April 2008
Surprise cockfags!
ReallyCleanSocks
April 2008
edited April 2008
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
mario
April 2008
edited April 2008
'Twas slithy, and the tovey gimbles
Did gyre and wabe in the mimsy;
All borogove were the mome raths,
And the outgrabes Jabberwock.
"Beware the Jubjub bird, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the frumiousness, and shun
The Bandersnatchy vorpal sword!"
He took his manxomness in hand:
Long time the Tumtum tree foe he sought --
So rested he by the uffishness,
And stood awhile in thought
And as in Jabberwocky thought he stood,
The whiffle, with eyes of flame,
Came tulgey wooding through the vorpal blade,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The snicker-snack went Jabberwock!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Callooh?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callay! Brillig!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas slithy, and the tovey gimbles
Did gyre and wabe in the mimsy;
All borogove were the mome raths,
And the outgrabes framjulate.
bruce
April 2008
edited April 2008
The thread is dying! We must resuscitate!
Agentcel
April 2008
edited April 2008
bruce
April 2008
edited April 2008
No! It cannot be! Zis is a thread zat will last a thouzand posts!
I'm not your friend, buddy!
mario
April 2008
edited April 2008
No! It cannot be! Zis is a post zat will last a thouzand hamburgers!
bruce
April 2008
edited April 2008
No! It cannot be! Zis is a hamburger zat will last a thouzand eggs!
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MrCheeze
April 2008
edited April 2008
Aw, I don't want to start having to make pictures!
Drooling Iguana
April 2008
edited April 2008
Aw, pictures don't want to start having to make waffles!
geoko
April 2008
edited April 2008
Aw, waffles don't want to have to start making love!
ReallyCleanSocks
April 2008
edited April 2008
Aw, love doesn't want to have to start making babies!
Drooling Iguana
April 2008
edited April 2008
Aw, babies don't want to have to start making a living through hard labour!
Serephel
April 2008
edited April 2008
Babies are delicious, you know.
Silverward
April 2008
edited April 2008
You are delicious, babies know.
god
April 2008
edited April 2008
You sre babies, delicious knows.
ReallyCleanSocks
April 2008
edited April 2008
Delicious are babies, and you knows it.
Mish42
April 2008
edited April 2008
Delicious are you, and babies it knows.
X'o'Lore
April 2008
edited April 2008
Babies are you, and this is madness knows it.
ReallyCleanSocks
April 2008
edited April 2008
Madness? THIS IS CAKE TOWN
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Now, this is just spiffy!
Now, this is just cooky!
Now, this is just coolness!
Now, you're playing with power!
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Did gyre and wabe in the mimsy;
All borogove were the mome raths,
And the outgrabes Jabberwock.
"Beware the Jubjub bird, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the frumiousness, and shun
The Bandersnatchy vorpal sword!"
He took his manxomness in hand:
Long time the Tumtum tree foe he sought --
So rested he by the uffishness,
And stood awhile in thought
And as in Jabberwocky thought he stood,
The whiffle, with eyes of flame,
Came tulgey wooding through the vorpal blade,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The snicker-snack went Jabberwock!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Callooh?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callay! Brillig!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas slithy, and the tovey gimbles
Did gyre and wabe in the mimsy;
All borogove were the mome raths,
And the outgrabes framjulate.
I'm not your friend, buddy!
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