I'm talking to ya... hell, ya feel lucky punk? Ya gotta ask yourself if ya feel lucky. And where the hell is the princess? writing her diaries? Part cuatro?
does this mean you're leaving us Clint? But - I wanted to hear more archaic pop culture references that only REALLY old people who didn't get alzheimer would remember.
Hey Jill. Bout time you showed up. Crank up the Howitzer, blow up the snake man and his main squeeze, drop a big one on the princess, cut my ropes so I can stop typing with my toes... and get me outta here.
What the hell happened? Did you leave a comment without a condom again Jill? I told you all about safe commenting. I'm in the dungeon a week and you go nutzy on me.
Course, whoever the princess has been hangin with must be fron Tennessee. Keep em barefoot and preggers. Bet he's got a ford transmission in his bathtub too.
LOL!! You know merde, but don't know oui and non?? I'm getting more fluent in speaking and writting english, but today I feel lazy and to pull my arm to reach for my dictionnary is hard!! Anyway, I'm off for the night!! G'night, dolls!
Snakedick reminds me of someone other than the delish Zorro. In fact I object to Snakedick and Zorro being mentioned in the same sentence. No offense Bitchikins, I know he's your Anaconda squeeze right now.
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selfish bitch.
Look who's talking!
my Wombie is all fuzzy and cuddley and yours.... SO not.
Honey, you already know the snakeman. It's these other peeps I'm not sharing him with.
I could never deny YOU anything...
Yeah... he'll get stuck in the cell and chained to the wall with me.
RJ, I didn't know you were interested!
I can arrange that...
RJ! you survived the Jeep.... accident. Yes. Accident. We never even saw you. Honest.
You're too good to me BB my darling. Really TOO good.
Just remember, the batcave is...hazardous.
JILL! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU! DAMN, my J detector said you were here.
Right, my ass, I saw you a mile away. What's with stomping on the gas ten feet away. IT'S THE OTHER PEDAL. The one that says BRAKE.
Jeeeezzzzz
So what the hell's going on bitches? Or is the britches? Did I see Mr. Greenjeans in here?
RJ's doing drugs again.
uh- yeah. but he's cute when he's wacked in the head.
soooo - who is mr. greenjeans, RJ?
So whatz with all the pregger pics of the princess? Is that a baby wombat in there? Damn, he'll be blowing himself up before he gets out.
And who the hell said princess could procreate? Damn, there otta be a law... or at least a lawyer.
Hehehe. Good one RJ.
Timing off. You can't post twice like that in a row, ya fucking retard.
You don't even know who Greenjeans is? Damn, are you some SoCa coed that's like younger than my socks?
Damn, so much lost culture.
Lakota, he's talking to himself again.
Jeeze... my son is asking me to leave the TV room I have bad Karma and he's losing at Xbox. Give me a break.
yeah something about old socks. I think he needs to buy better quality drugs.
I'm talking to ya... hell, ya feel lucky punk? Ya gotta ask yourself if ya feel lucky. And where the hell is the princess? writing her diaries? Part cuatro?
I think he's talking about his pants.
does this mean you're leaving us Clint? But - I wanted to hear more archaic pop culture references that only REALLY old people who didn't get alzheimer would remember.
if his pants are green and they ain't supposed to be then i am sooooo staying on the otherside of the cave from him.
I'm with you there.
I'm also getting my flamethrower. Just in case...
Here's one for ya...
Get in here Miss Kitty. I think he been shot.
My personal fav... To the moon Alice! To the moon!
It's sad what happens to men in later life...
So what's new Bitches? I like the way the guano has piled up.
Ain't no guano in here. That's the remains of the last asshole that got on my nerves.
Okay, so you really don't know who Mr. Greenjeans is? Tell me it aint so. Captain Kangaroo?
RJ, are you flashing to the girls and I was not there?? Come on, dear... You'll have to do it again just for me!!
Ohhh - is that who you were fucking the other day, Bitchy? The yellow dude?
Where's the princess? Is she cross-transplanting-gender-relational-chatting somewhere else while we wait around for her highness to come back?
The other day??
MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS! THIS IS NOT A TEST. I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A TEST.
SPAM HAS BEEN SPOTTED ON JILL'S BLOG. IT IS MOVING AT THE RATE OF ONE BLOG PER HALF HOUR.
Grab the flamethrowers Ladies(that means you too RJ) and let's blast those bastards!!!
Fuck if I know Lakota, we didn't exactly exchange names.
Hey Jill. Bout time you showed up. Crank up the Howitzer, blow up the snake man and his main squeeze, drop a big one on the princess, cut my ropes so I can stop typing with my toes... and get me outta here.
IT'S BARBEQUE TIME!!!!!
What the hell happened? Did you leave a comment without a condom again Jill? I told you all about safe commenting. I'm in the dungeon a week and you go nutzy on me.
Course, whoever the princess has been hangin with must be fron Tennessee. Keep em barefoot and preggers. Bet he's got a ford transmission in his bathtub too.
Dear, can a girl just take advantage of a guy, RJ??
Don't burn all the stuff, gilrs!! And the fucking idiot cannot even speak one of my language!!
The Wombat is from Tennessee?
Call me a girl again Jill, and say hello to my flamethrower.
Must be. Barefoot and preggers. And he was quick. Looks hairy enough to be a mountain man.
How bout some mooooooonshine?
Pull ur pantyzzzzz up Jill. It means something else.
Aren't you already throwing flames on my proprety??
Yup.
I wasn't talking about your property...
Moonshine??? I want a taste!!
I know, Batbitch...You were talking
about my ass!
Hand me that damn flamethrower - screw the Spammers - I'm toasting RJ.
I. AM. NOT. A. BREEDER!!!!!!!!
Die fucker Die!!!! Rhhhaaaahhhaaahh!!!!!!!!!!
Whoa there Lakota, I think he's done toasted.
Hard to tell, he was pretty ... shriveled looking to begin with.
RJ bacon???Don't temp me too much Lakota, I'm suppose to protect the guy!!
Need a flame proof shield, RJ?? Here.
Well, the only thing I can say is ... RUN FOR THEM THERE HILLS... THE PRINCESS IS ON A RAMPAGE
WOO WOO WOO WOO
WOO WOO WOO WOO
Hatchet throw...
Arrow shot...
damn, duck Jill, she's side saddlin it
That's okay Jill. I got some beads and trinkets. Worked for that rock in New York. I can probably get us to the fortress with these.
Oops. Gates closed.
Sorry RJ.
Seems like I need to defend myself too, today RJ!! SO your ass is probably safe for this day!
Hello... HAve you dolls take out the white flag??
I don't know what a white flag is Jill, but you're looking a little...scorched.
You just wanted me scorched, because you were planning on eating me the whole time!!
Bwahahahaha,
Now you know my nefarious plan...
And here you thought I was talking about eating you all this time...
Well, first, there is more than a meaning for eating with you!
And stop using word like nefarious, you know, english is my second language, I get tired of looking in my dictonnary for word like that!!
Sorry, don't know any french, outside of merde.
LOL!! You know merde, but don't know oui and non??
I'm getting more fluent in speaking and writting english, but today I feel lazy and to pull my arm to reach for my dictionnary is hard!!
Anyway, I'm off for the night!!
G'night, dolls!
Yeah, whatever.
Last word for the day, snakeskin looks like zorro!!
Ha. left him a little surprise at his place. slipped right in and out unnoticed. Tomorrow - his computer is gonna start acting a little....weird.
Excellent Lakota, but will he notice? He's a little weird himself.
Snakedick reminds me of someone other than the delish Zorro. In fact I object to Snakedick and Zorro being mentioned in the same sentence. No offense Bitchikins, I know he's your Anaconda squeeze right now.
Well, you know how I like to play with my food.
i hear it taste like chicken.
You should know. What kind of meat did you think was in the stew tonight?
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