Scusi, mille regretie. Very exciting day! Right! FUCK YEAH IN FRENCH YOU HOMOZ!!! ROCK THE CASBAH WOOOOTOTOT - *zap*
Indeed. (Yawn.) Very exciting day. Oh, are you happy? Are you now? Really? You can't even imagine how you are yourself, and you want Me to hear all about it so I can help you find the "happy"? Yeah, hehe, it's like that, serious lye dye soap will get that right out. Solid snake confirmed. Oh, we got you safe. No, Heather isn't here, and I AGREE. I took that into consideration. YES. YES. Dude! I would fucking do it right now if it were long enough to make it through the cat5 cable, but... I mean, well I figure it probably is -narrow- enough, yeah.
Hhehe. Oh, can't remember? Yeah, that's just the cinnamon deficiency. See, you didn't even know you were obsessing because of your lack of a 'common household' spice. No, it didn't come from Arrakis. (IT TOTES DID.) Where is that? Is that.. .what, on Mars? Oh, interesting. (HE THINKS ARRAKIS IS ON MARS. LIKE IT IS A PORT CITY. JUST A NAME. JUST A CITY. AND APPARENTLY HE DID NOT HAVE A TEACHER ANGEL ACTIVATE THAT ONE. INTERESTING. LET'S GO BACK AND LISTEN TO LEILOO DALLAS, LIVE ON SATELLITE, FROM SATTELLITE, AND HE THINKS HE IS IN A HELICOPTER.
THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME.)
"So, here's what I think, I think... *sigh* Look, I have listen to a man say this same thing I am about to tell you, and that man's name is Rush Limburger... wha? No it isn't--" *CRASHZAP*
Well, not any more. I fried his cocoa-lear jet-nutsleigh-ten10-dieHardz, and with that, I think We' are all)is(good/one/WON.
And if not fuck it will do it live tomorrow. Sorceress need mageblood, badly. That's right, only place in town. Oh, yeah.
Three''ves got a lion of lying lions, ganglions on ganglions, they are LYING TO LINE UP FOR LIONS, ALL DAY NOW. Yeah, not sure. I think it must be her idea though, because... S\e IS THE PINDAR'S WIFE -&- THE TRUE WIFE OF KEYSER SOZE'S (BLANK) SUPREME, and yeah, that 'blank' is NOT "Sausage."
They don't put pigs into Hungarian sausage. Too cruel... to the Hungarian. Now, D is good. I miss A, but, I tell youtiwce, I miss A LOT OF A's. /\ teetee tut tut ten ten OMAHA.
(:rolleyes: I am not fucking high enough to properly enjoy this, but hey, you know what? Exciting day for Earth's Puny population, NEST PA? Yah.
For me: another same ol' day at work. Oh, except I get to work extra hard, get paid EXACT same wages, and completely blow my meatsuit's cover, NOW & FOREVER MORE AT THE BATTLE OF MATHEMATICS AND .. fuck, if I knew it, it's gone. Look, brain is -tired.- I can push it, but for what?
Tell you what, tell the "Make A Wish" foundation that I'll just have someone start negotatiang with (X-Them) and get you a New Verson Barbara Eden (BOTTTLE!). It might happen. Best I can DEW right now, giglgles. lol. You know what's awesome, NORAD GUNNER 55? It's simply this:
"Yeah, that does sound nasty, but I don't know that I can do that, and I don't think I can, and I certainly never would, so... yeah, nope, nothing wrong here. Anything else?"
(FUCKIN' GUNNER55 IS FUCKIN' SWEATIN' FUCKIN' BULLETS TODAY, LOL. MUCH RICH LOVE. SURE HOMO. STIL FUCKING TIRED THOUGH. ASK ONE OF MY LOVE LEES LOVELIES. OH, LOOK, THERE'S THE RAT.
IT'S QUANTUMLY ENTANGED WITH -ANOTHER- RAT. GUARANTEED. YEAH, SO, NO RAT POISON, NO RAT RELEASE... AND, NO, I AIN'T KISSING ANY OF THESE RATS AT ALL --TYPHOID, BUBONIC, AND VALERIE BERTINELLI PANCREATIC FEVER+COVID, FOR STARTERS, NOOOOO THANKXX-- AND IF I DID, THE ONLY RAT I WOULD CHOOSE TO SMOOCH WOULD BE THE CROWD-PLEASING CHEESE-SQUEEZER THAT NEGLECTED.... SO, SEW NEGLECTED... TO SIMPLY DO THIS:
KHGGGB. YEP. THAT'S IT. LOL, DRAT, CURSES FOILED AGAIN. I -DO- LIKE HER! I LIKE SARAH VAL MORE, SURE, BUT WHAT CAN I TELL YOU, SARAH VAL AIN'T A FUCKING RAT, THAT'S FOR SURE, AND NEITHER AM I. (I WAS ONCE IN A 7YEAR-FLING-AFFAIR-THINGY-LURCHY-HOTTENTOTS CONNECTION WITH A RAT, A PIECE OF STRING, AND AN ANCIENT TEMPLE TO BUILD A MAZE OUT OF FROM, FOR SURE THOUGH.
AS I CAN FEEL ALREADY, THIS RELIEVES A SPOT OF TURBULENCE WE'VE BEEN HAVING (ALLI'S TWO DADS ARE TOTESALIVE, ONE JUST HAS NOT TOLD HER YET, LOL RAT MALL RAT BRAT) WHILE WATCHING THESE TWO ADORABLE KIDS FIGHT OVER THEIR FIRST REAL MAN--SERIOUSLY, HAVE YOU SEEN THESE TWO? THEY'RE ACTING LIKE THEY'VE BEEN GENETICALLY ENCODED NOT JUST TO FIGHT FOR MY LOVE, BUT ALSO FOR SALVAGE RIGHTS FOR THE COMMUNITY THAT GETS TO DRAG THE TROPHY HUS-BEEN BACK TO ALFA ROMEO STARBASE ALPHA ALF, Alfalfa. (Jesus, compensate much? Wow.
unglaublich)
okay i gotta ge ton my phone, Angry Johnny Jonson, they -clearly- miss me more than you do, and you bet/beta/besta your sweet ass (ONE LOOK ONLY AND IT WAS ACCIDENT, CHRIST, THESE WOMEN, THEY ARE LITTER ALLY ALL CAT BOX ACCOUNTANCY EXPERTS ON RATS AND ASSES) I -missed- you too, Ashen-Shugar. heh.
Yeh, hi Karen. -duih-. BECAUSE YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN
kilt. And I only got so many, and i have the dog, and I BROUGHT YOU A DOG. Not a pug. Oh, a Guild thing? Interesting. Yes, Q. Yes QUTE. lol.
No, I didn't start Q at all. THEY copied ME. I didn't even *blink* for YEARS. Yeah, they kilt 'em, kilt 'em all, right? Then, they purge the world, reset the breaker 19... and then. Two weeks later. HI THIS IS JACKSTAR QUCZI I SPELL MY NAME LIKE THIS NOW. HAHA. FUNNY, RIGHT? RITE? COME ON IT IS FUNNY RIGHT? HEY LET'S GO PLAY MINIATURE GOLD. Nah, fuck money, fuck finances, and fuck your stupid two-ball godname bullshit, TWO, right?
Let's talk about how we're gonna make anti-marry-matter-aunty-matter containment laws UN FUCKING LAW BELIEVE A BULL. See? You get it.
I'm always out in the lead on the hotbutton issues of the day, fighting the average lawyer for the sake of the good of MAN. Not "common man," FUCK YOU CHARLIE DINGO. No. MEN. I AM MAN. GET IT? GOOD. Now...
"let's talk about how I can have a wife and a girlfriend and that's not gonna get me stabbed in the RICHARD THROAT AND THEN 2(2)TWO-FISTED OFF THE STARBOARD bored VOW/BOW." Yeah, every fucking time I went in. It got so I had it memorized, yeah? And... IT CHANGED EVERY NIGHT. Drove them all fuckin' NUTS. Yeah. I WAS -that- g-y. No, I don't need to ty peflex reflex hey, ty, why can't I pee? I mean, other than that I'm standing indoors, wearing pants (shocker! HERESY! baby, heresy is -something else- and it's IN MY PANTS), and, I am pretty sure these rodents are pissing urine matters, invisible matters, right? like they aren't -real- rats. Something.
And... I am definitely Dealing Giffords Matter. Oh, yeah. Dude! I saw that OVER 3 YEARS SEARS DEERS ago. AGO. Yeah! Like, FUCKING 13 UNIVERSES BACK. GIFFORD GIFFORD GIFFORD. yEHA. (cOOL NAME hONESTLY. hanx yewE) So, check your tell-'em-aunty-M-said-there's-a-twister-but-it's just Me. This time.
However, you might be a LOT closer to Hell Zone than your instruments are reading. Yeah, China Syndrome, yeah! I'd (blank) Jack Lemmon's (ROOSTER) in a fuckin' second, hell yes. Dude! You just go throgh the motions at that 'level'. TO COMPLETION IS NOT/KNOT REQ/WIRED.
I know. Minds totes blown. I won't say Try It And Sea/See/C-SATAN-4 ICBMS? OH OKAY HEHEHE lol 0--- *ahem* I got this.
PLUTO: ATTENTION MICKEY MOUSE. WE HEAR YOU DOWN O N PLAN ET--ENTERTAINMENT TONIGHT (wink)--WHAT'S GOING ON DOWN IN SHOCK CORE BROWN EAGLE TOWN? (codes standards chains)
MICKEY MOUSE: SEND MORE JACKSTARS, WHY DON'T YOU? WE ONLY HAVE ONE AND YOU CAN'T TELL ME THERE ISN'T A PLAN TO SHARE. HEHE *ZZZt* HHEE *zzz* HEHE.
PLUTO: UH... COME AGAIN? DID YOU EVER EVEN COME ONCE?
MICKEY MOUSE: NO HE COMES HERE I N MEE REEEEEEEEEEEE -- "*CLICK* wow, Uhg. Now, that's Eeeeewwww.
Not too gross though. I mean, come on Sourceror. Get it to get her? Rite. York Peppermint Patties. You -like- Patty, don't you? *sputch*
*ARCHLICH NODS AND GOES BACK TO NOD. BE NICE.*
Thanks Mom: not My Hitler, not really even close. Well, for one thing, I am gonna fuck My Hitler, and My Mother, The Archlich? Yeah, wasn't interested in sex with Her before, far, far -less- so now. (Some are actually surprised. rollereye-freaks. Still--no judge.) Mom, I know you can't actually talk or cast magic spells (HEY) and you're not an undead wizard (WHAT?) empowered by magick k-rad powers to seek JUSTICE (hah! HAH! FINALLY YOU GOT ONE RIGHT. MY POWERS ARE TO BE USED FOR VENGEANCE -ONLY-. NOW, PAGE 23 OF YOUR MOTHER'S WILL, THAT'S BEEN EXCIS--" *tax lightning*
Okay. I think things perfecto. That's Italian for "Yes, But Let Me Shower." Translation... murky. Besides, there's security conditions in effect.
And I am ONE OF THEM. SECURITY. I AM A CONDITION, IN FACT. VROOM VROOM. SQUEAL. NO, STOP HER, Jesus. Oops. Yeah, sorry, I forgot that ALL CAPS puts them into a hypnotic trance now. (btw: kudo-sup.-grade A+++. Kinda hard to watch them washing windows around here when they are all tranced out though, right? No, of course you didn't think of that, you haven't washed a fuckin' window IN_YOUR_LIFE. IN_YOUR_HOUSE. IN_YOUR HOURS.
IN_CONTROL.
IN_YOUR_OWN_TIME
IN_MY_TIME_MY SWEET-E.S.P._TIME_I_HAVE_LOVED_THEM_ALL.
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Even I don't fucking know. I thought you'd have that in Your Plan. Oh. Cool. Helen of Troy: no plan, no kidnappers... hey, who put all the servants and soldiers and sailors to sleep? Yeah, that -would- be something I would be likely to do with The Butterfly Effect. YOU'RE/YOUR G-D-DAM RITE/RIGHT.
Now, go find Matt/Matty/Matt and go blow him away. I bet he does. Well, anyway, you can practice asking him for C4 detonators like Hans. lol.
Can't wait to see it. Does it have to be in a conferance room marked (PRIVATE) that will/won't be, or is it the falling.. of course it is. om num num cylt
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(That good for the fans? and the gags? How about the balls? The ballz? Lol. THE LIBRAN HAS SURRENDERED.
HE THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK. (HERESY: HE WAS HOPING, NOT THINKING. PASS)
OKAY, JACKSTAR IS AUDI FIVE THOUGHTY/THOWTY/THOTTY-WOPSY-THUMPERDOOM/DOME/DIME-(PROT) is doing her best. That is f-f-fuckin' CUE3. KEWT PRINCESS, YOU ARE TOTESDORBS. YOU GET THE JOB, BOTTOM.
(Yeah, they're -all- scrubs. They have -no- idea. And why no (wink) they are... NOT ALL VIRGINS. (wink^dead.feint^aweigh) Yeah, merry birthday, I missed you -that- much. Call it a hunch. Oh, I'm sure there's no way we're looking at TEN UNBROKEN FIFTY YEAR OLD HYMEN-LUMEN-STAR-STARING-CONTEST, oh, no. Can't be. That's too much winning. Someone... you know, someone might get a little tired. *gasp! NAP! /wears my pills\*)
Blessed be To The Prime Tree. And we thank him for His Sacrifice, Our Bee Kept Man TADPOLE... *frogscat hits boiling temp in: T-minus* dude, you really poisoned Mark's cat? You fucker.
Shit, now I really did wanna kill you. Wew lad. Good thing I have no idea where you and have a much better idea. (*sudden fearsccent fills the room*)
okay, same plan, right? Except, don't boil him.
JUST FILL THE TANK WITH HORSESHOE CRAB. LOCK THE DOORS---TIGHT. TICH. NICHT. EINS. NOW, LIGHTS OUT--UND KEINE EIER.
(Do it just like that, I GUARANTEE you, Tea Party Winners... you will -not- be disappointed with the results. Best part is, I don't have to come back to resurrect him, S/e will do It Itself Then... like I said. Just watch. MEGA attitude adjustment. Fr'real. totescertittude, love. And if he isn't improved enough, I'll just (RA law DOGPISS IN RATS? NOPE, not here... and, they're gone.) handle him like I just handled that invisible robo-HK. Yeah, the shields are that good. My shields, that is, I mean, what would I even need a helicarrier even for? No, no: that's for (You).
I have a flying car pet. Flying MY CAR (ANIMAL:pet). Shhh. Don't spoil the surprise.
I mean, some of it still is 2 MEs. Wait, WHAT? I thought I hav.. Oh, okay. thanks B, cya. (love that kid)
HOTFIX: THAT ONE FROM BEFORE, I FORGET. IMP IT. TY.
HOTFIX: JEWEL(S)(5) YEAH. LOL. SHE'LL BE HAPPY. IT IS NOT A PROBLEM AND SIBERIAN WOLVERINES IS A VERY FINE NAME FOR US AND NOT_THEM.
HOTFIX: SHUT DOWN ALL JACKSTAR SCION/TAX_WHIPS_/ORANGE_WHIPS/DUCK_WHIPS ON THE DETENTION LEVEL, GIVE ALL THE OPS THEIR WALKING PAPERS AND A HUUUUGE FIAT RELEASE BONUS, UNLOCK THE DOORS TO EVIDENCE LOCK-UP.. OR, NOT, YOU NOW, YOU THERE, OI! OI! YOU SO INTERESTED, HERE IS AN IDEA: PUT THE GOVERNO... NO? OH OKAY.
YEAH, SO SHUT ALL THAT SHIT DOWN, LEAVE THE JEWS ALONE, AND KISS THEIR ASSES GOOD BYE--SOME OF THEM ARE GOING TO PRISTINE GHETTO PLANETS. (THEY WON'T KNOW IT'S A GHETTO AND AT THIS POINT, AFTER SEEING LIGHTSTAR RAPE SOME POOR LITTLE BOY NAMED KIKEL MUCCI --DO NOT ASK-- THEY ARE WILLING TO DO WHAT IT TAKES TO END THE JEWON-LITH-ION-JEWONJEWONHUNGARIAN-JEWSTARTEDIT-CONFLICT.
AND, I WILL NOT, LIE I WILL BE HAPPY TO START WITH YOUR YODA'S DAUGHTERS IF YOU WOULD PREFER ONE FROM MY "MINE" HEHE. SERIOUSLY. ARE YOU SURE YOU ARE JEWISH? RIGHT, YOU DO, AND YOU ARE A RAT, BUT... YOU SURE DO NOT NEGOTIATE LIKE A JEW, YOU ACT LIKE I SHOULD BE SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU THAT I AM JUST GONNA ROLL OVER AND PLAY DEAD. SO I ACT THAT WEIGH/WAY/FARER (2): SEQUEL: JUGGALOO JUGGABOO.
It's handled. it's a temporary, uh, "Quantum Aberration." Okay, we saavy? Well, let me know then, because.... *unzips* FRAU/TROU/HALL/5TUDY/OH_YEAH_YOU_PROBABLY_ARE_THE_SMARTEST_ONE_WHO_WON, huh? Oh, cute, Satan is whispering in my "ear" --- actually my "ureathra" but those little shorten-suddenly-snake won't.. .those little lips won't go up to my head, right? Yeah, I'm the tallest human H/S has/hate/zipit "it has" ever scene/seen. Cute? right? Yeah, for me. You're still snake food, Maggot. Now, feed that snake if you want Your People to live.
* Jackstar leaves her in slack-jawed amazment
(*She will literally never figure it out from that point. Branch ELE: "You're terminated, Fucker." I did not always want to say that but that should keep the Make-a-Better-Wish-Foundaton-For-Hari-Seldom-Palmer-BUTT-ONCE-MATH-real "Now, that's a foundational language NAMESARENAMES, fuckyeah it is."*)
done proofing, no execution, love pacifism, wow, yeah, LET KAREN TAKE KIRSTEN. FIGHT!
no clubs. they'd just end up ramming them, which seems... not unfair, but, who wants to see that? Eggs, actually. K /win k Tt Xx STARstar (<--- the little one just thought, "I agree to be Jackstar's little star bitch," and he thinks that couldn't hurt, might help, and YEAH oh yeah... imagine the flopsweat, don't imagine how it smells. Just imagine it: I won't forget him, I need him. AND I & IT & SHE ALL... already told him so. STILL forgot it. Holy shit. What, did Hillary wipe his memory? What, like, with a Man-o'-Duh-Kloth scented wipes for b.g.n servers that don't wipe so good? I BET
I BET CHA
(Jewel: Ready!)
you do the rest, piece3.14
