"You do know we're supposed to be discrete about this operation?" Shit, the squirreleonidases made a racket standing still.
"Fuck me, but you've got to love 'em." Uncle Festus gazed upon his mutant clones with adoration.
"Festus, they are too conspicuous for this mission!"
He continued to stare lovingly at his flock. "Mission? What mission?"
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"Mission? What mission?"
That line ALONE pwn3d my face. Somehow it became an even funnier situation.
I'm so freaking in lurve with you right now Bax!!!
Come here and let me show you...
I think Saddam the Gyro guy would beat me to you...
Don't think so Bax. Looks like I scared Hitler's nephew away...
Hmmmm, scirius leonidii if I'm not mistaken. That should keep you busy for an hour or two.
Ah! Then your other fans can chine in again. But I don't understand how your attentions would drive a man off? That's what's drawn me here.
So when do we get to learn more about the mind behind BB? Who IS behind this blog phenomenon?
An hour or two Dick? Depends on how entertaining I find them. When I find something worth pursuing, it generally receives my entire attention.
Bax, you can always comment, regardless of what the other idjits ... erm ... posters, that's it, posters are saying. :)
BTW Bax, the mind behind this blog is classified information.
You've been around long enough to learn certain things, but I won't post them here. If you email me, I'll give you a clue.
E-mail...
Well it's the rutting season so be careful. I know those furry-tailed Spartan Barbis are cute when they're little but a day will come when they all want their own computers.
If I weren't laughing so hard, I think I'd be grossed out. I am sooooo not a breeder. (Especially with mutant Spartan clones).
Well keep taking the pills. Those dwarf Spartans are liable to slip you a curve ball.
Guess that's why I'm running them through the meat grinder...
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