everytime some fucker mentions valentine's day im going to kill a kitten
I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY
Then I'll give birth to a kitten everytime you mention not getting laid.
Ttssattsr,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 2:00,
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i'm trying to explicitly mention it anymore.other people tend to bring it up first.
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Mon 9 Feb 2009, 2:03,
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I'll spawn a kitten no matter who mentions it.KITTEN'D.
( Ttssattsr,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 2:06,
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It's been too long since I got laid =[*awaits birth of kitten*
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Hokerou,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 2:08,
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*hands egg*It'll hatch into a kitten soon. Feed it crisps. It likes Salt and Vinegar flavour.
( Ttssattsr,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 2:11,
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That is perfectNo one in our house ever eats the Salt and Vinegar. Our basement is full to the brim with packets of them.
I remember when I was a small child, one of my friend's came over and asked what was down there. I told him that we do not speak of it. That it is only filled with horrors...
He had to explore. I sat outside, crying, waiting for my friend's return for days. Never leaving, never sleeping. I knew he had been taken, but I didn't have the courage to search for him, so I did something foolish.
I sent my dog down. In all fairness, I did attach his extendable leash. He went down, into the depths of the Walkers and the Seabrooks and the Discos. Then the leash began thrashing, I screamed and suddenly felt the mechanism whirr. I should have let go, should have put it down. But I was too stunned. I had lost two of my best friends now. As it was, I sat there, bewildered, as the ripped-off leash hit me in the forehead.
THAT is how I got the lightning shaped scar on my forehead. That is how I became known as the Cheese and Onion guy.
(I remember when I was a small child, one of my friend's came over and asked what was down there. I told him that we do not speak of it. That it is only filled with horrors...
He had to explore. I sat outside, crying, waiting for my friend's return for days. Never leaving, never sleeping. I knew he had been taken, but I didn't have the courage to search for him, so I did something foolish.
I sent my dog down. In all fairness, I did attach his extendable leash. He went down, into the depths of the Walkers and the Seabrooks and the Discos. Then the leash began thrashing, I screamed and suddenly felt the mechanism whirr. I should have let go, should have put it down. But I was too stunned. I had lost two of my best friends now. As it was, I sat there, bewildered, as the ripped-off leash hit me in the forehead.
THAT is how I got the lightning shaped scar on my forehead. That is how I became known as the Cheese and Onion guy.
Hokerou,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 2:23,
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I want to subscribe to your newsletter. I WANT TO FUCKING SUBSCRIBE.
( Ttssattsr,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 2:26,
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*applauds*thats some serious ad libbing there :D almost douglas adams-like in its humour
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weaver.,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 2:42,
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salt and vinegar are yummycheese and onion are the evil crisps.
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The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 7:17,
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SirDo not expect sense from me at this hour, it is unreasonable.
( Hokerou,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 2:26,
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