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Well, okay, not "mean" exactly. |
#52
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I know, I know. I was trying too. I guess we're just too damn mellow for this gig. Drink?
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#53
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Thought you'd never ask. Want to go sit around talking about what great people raffers are?
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#55
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Can I shoot the next person to sing Kumbaya? What an awful song that is.
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You wouldn't happen to have, say, a kitchen cleaver handy, would you? I suppose a chainsaw is too much to ask. Any rusty garden implement would do in a pinch. Even a bucket filled with sand could be a very satisfying weapon if swung with sufficient force. Nail the suckers before they get to the second chorus: ♪ "Kumbayah, my Lord, KumbayTHUD..." ♫ |
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PIT THEM!!!
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#58
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Yes, or American Pie. Either one.
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#60
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I pit Veb for being having so much common sense it makes my teeth ache.
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At last. A pitting that isn't lame.
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:: pictures Severe Delays shaking her tiny fist ::
Yup. Cute. Sorry babe. Now we're talking. OK, NOW we're talking. |
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Hey! You forgot to shake your tiny fist!
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What were you all babbling on about? I got distracted.
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