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Stabmyhead
You are the most under appreciated advice vendor in f&k.com
I am going to nominate you for that if that category arrises in f&k.com's choice awards. P.s. you smell like donuts. P.s.s. I stole your oreos. P.s.s.s. I gave them to squirrels. |
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P.s. no! you smell like day old fetus feces
P.s.s. I scraped the feces stained oreos off on your face before I left. P.s.s.s. The squirrels have made me their new messiah. P.s.s.s.s. The squirrels want their nuts back and I don't mean the edible ones. |
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P.s. YOU can't do that!
P.s.s. Jokes on you! I enjoyed it too! P.s.s.s. They are already celebrating my dictatorship. They have pronounced every monday to be "SUNGOO DAY" after me of course. and by they I mean me... P.s.s.s.s. They tell me his will not do. |
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OH MY GOD!!!
The squirrels tell me that they all have a blood feud with you. This is WAR. You best go get some Onions cause this is going to be a long war. P.s. You smell like dead squirrel. P.s.s.s. Thursdays have officially become "Chase Stabby through Small Tunnels and Bite at her ankles day" |
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PS: I'm going to smell like an army of dead squirrel's if they are stupid enough to call a blood feud on me... I can make myself an army of dead squirrel's... I already have one of them on my side... oh faithful follower....
PSSS: Thursdays have officially become, "Decorate Steve's house with mannequins, and hang them from the squirrel's homes" day. You best get yourself a kitchen knife to protect yourself from my onion power. |
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Leslie, as a friend, I'm warning you now...
do not mess with these guys, they're not screwing around no more... Just go... leave all of this behind, if you run now, you might have a chance... The squirrels... They'll MESS YOU UP! DON'T YOU KNOW THEY'RE LOCO!?!?!?! |