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Captain Wacky for man of the year!
- Thread starter Dr Dave
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CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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Eggs Mayonnaise
All In With The Nuts
CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
I don't like Kurt much anymore.
Eggs Mayonnaise
All In With The Nuts
The beauty part is, I can put whoever you want in there.
CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
KEIRA!
(Not a man)
ANNA!
(Not a man)
ANGELA LANSBURY
(Not alive)
OPTIMUS PRIME!
(Not a man)
ANNA!
(Not a man)
ANGELA LANSBURY
(Not alive)
OPTIMUS PRIME!
Eggs Mayonnaise
All In With The Nuts
Angela is alive, and is rehearsing a Broadway play as we speak.
Eggs Mayonnaise
All In With The Nuts
LOL SILLY THEY'D NEVER GIVE IT TO A BLACK MAN!
CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
You open it up and on the inside it says "BONC IT'S REALLY BOBBYT!"
Eggs Mayonnaise
All In With The Nuts
NYAH!
CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
YOU DID GOOD, I WONDER WHICH ISSUE WOULD SELL THE MOST COPIES IF THEY WERE ALL PUT UP FOR SALE ON THE SAME DAY AND THE SUBJECT OF THE ISSUE THAT SELLS THE MOST IS THE REAL WINNER!?
CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Optimus Prime is fucking hot.
Eggs Mayonnaise
All In With The Nuts
Someone should tell him that bell bottoms and puffy shoulders are out again.
Captain Wacky, he's our man!
If he can't do it, well then we probably ought've not asked him in the first place, oughtn't we, hey?
'Ow's yer wee dainty laces faring, then, Wacky, hey?! 'Ow's the weather down there, me bitty Laird an' Liege, hey? Is his delicate 'Ighness all cozy comfy down there, then? Any Divine Edicts ye'd care to issue fairth out of that eensy teensy precious wee gob, then? Hey? Or shall I deliver me leathery bootie upon yer itsy bitsy bean bag alreadeh?!
issed:
If he can't do it, well then we probably ought've not asked him in the first place, oughtn't we, hey?
'Ow's yer wee dainty laces faring, then, Wacky, hey?! 'Ow's the weather down there, me bitty Laird an' Liege, hey? Is his delicate 'Ighness all cozy comfy down there, then? Any Divine Edicts ye'd care to issue fairth out of that eensy teensy precious wee gob, then? Hey? Or shall I deliver me leathery bootie upon yer itsy bitsy bean bag alreadeh?!
issed:
I tried to arrange that, but somebody shat on the Shat and thereby confused everyone.