Perhaps Tizona’s has a resident troll,
Perhaps he can’t get through.
Perhaps, as well, on Bolta’s roll,
And should do what his brother did, too.
Just a little note…
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August 8, 2008, 3:33 pm — bingbing10 Responses to “Perhaps…”
Well, SAY something...
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August 8, 2008, 7:46 pm at 7:46 pm
OOOOOO, most excellent, Sir Bing.
August 8, 2008, 7:56 pm at 7:56 pm
‘is name is ryan
and ee’s always lyin’
but no one’s buyin’
the shit ‘ees tryin’
August 8, 2008, 11:32 pm at 11:32 pm
Didja’ hear the one about two foul mouthed little boys. One Richard, the other Ryan?
As daddy left for work one day, he turns to mommy and says..’Dunno where or why these two picked up foul language, but today both of us must start to correct this, dear’
When mommy, goes to set them for breakfast she asks, Richard what he wants…Richard says..’I’ll have some God Damn Cornflakes’! Mommy slaps Richard right off the chair at the table.
Mommy turns to Ryan and says…’and WHAT do you want for breakfast, Ryan? Ryan thinks a moment and says…Don’t know mom, but ya’ better bet, it ain’t them fucking Cornflakes.’
August 9, 2008, 12:13 am at 12:13 am
Am sure our resident doctor, Dminor, could come up with a few, err, procedures.
As for what his brother did, if unsure, look no further.
August 9, 2008, 12:29 am at 12:29 am
Come off it Bingbing.
We’re not so uncivilised that we should be wishing that kind of shit on anyone.
Aren’t we better than that?
August 9, 2008, 12:36 am at 12:36 am
Hi Ashy and all waves@u
August 9, 2008, 1:56 am at 1:56 am
All’s fair in love and war, Ash.
August 9, 2008, 2:04 am at 2:04 am
In that case, perhaps you better draw up the list of warfare rules then and make an agreement with Ryan, but that’s one of the weakest things I’ve read in a long, long time.
You should never have posted it Bingbing.
August 9, 2008, 5:45 am at 5:45 am
I’m sure RR isn’t that easily hurt, especially by a stranger whom he doesn’t know. Tit for tat.
August 9, 2008, 3:01 pm at 3:01 pm
Um. Are you slapping down and deleting trolls? Because, you know, I kind of like the taste when I pounce and eat them. Just sayin’.