*Wondering to myself* How do I always get away with this stuff? *Adjusts halo, and walks away whistling...*
*taps Double L on the shoulder*Umm, Bruh, ya tail's showin' a lil' bit.
Oh, heh heh. That old thing? I borrowed that from some kid as part of a post-Halloween prank I was going to pull.
*Redy walks down stairs* *walks pass LT..LL..Sjon and LaRue**Makes a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch**walks out**gives everyone the ice grill**turns back again to look at LL*I don't have no proof....But I know it was you......
*walks through the front door and yells*I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Where is my plate and cup-o-juice?
I know it's early, but anyone up for a game of Clue? hehehehehe
SOMEBODY'S bkeen studying their Light Kung-Fu diligently. Well played, old bkean!!
I aim to please! *as LT heads for the restroom* You aim too, please.
I don't know why you're so mad at them, cause it probably was "DEM COWBOYS" (ugh) that pushed you out to 95.
PWWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
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Why would anyone want to steel...er...steal his bed and put him in the middle of the freeway anyway? It's almost like somebody's saying that PA isn't big enough to have two teams. That's a preposterous notion! Go figure how the stigma of reeling in utter defeat constantly has to effect the psyche of the supporter of the losing team! It's bad enough the man's down about his team, but why kick him while he's down?
Don't get mad at me *snicker* ...betta go find Tony Romo; its HIS prints on your bedposts.
MAMAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mama's Bwoi!!
*In storms a 90 pound pit bull*Hey ya'll....Meet "MAMA"...I got her when I got the oranges....They had a special...Buy two bags....and get a dog half off....Anyone got something to say????
