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Nephew Twiddleton is a SPAG.

Started by Doktor Howl, June 28, 2011, 01:57:46 PM

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Doktor Howl

Listen, being from Boston does NOT give you a license to run around being Irish all day, you baked-bean eating, low-rent congenital terrorist.  Put down the fucking corned beef and get back to work, jackass. 

I'VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOU PEOPLE!
Molon Lube

Nephew Twiddleton

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Doktor Howl

Molon Lube

Nephew Twiddleton

As for the rest of it, I got my license from the Irish consulate on Boylston St, which while located in Boston, doesn't directly involve being from Boston. This license of course does give me permission to do such things as end declarative sentences with "like" and "sure", interrogative sentences with "yeah?" and to veil everything else I say in either hyperbole or understatement.

And I hate corned beef.
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Cainad (dec.)

I heard that Twid once sucker punched some random schlub because he "looked at my [Twid's] Guinness the wrong way."

They say that Englishmen spontaneously prolapse when standing within 10 yards of Twiddleton.

Doktor Howl

Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on June 28, 2011, 02:02:48 PM
As for the rest of it, I got my license from the Irish consulate on Boylston St, which while located in Boston, doesn't directly involve being from Boston. This license of course does give me permission to do such things as end declarative sentences with "like" and "sure", interrogative sentences with "yeah?" and to veil everything else I say in either hyperbole or understatement.

And I hate corned beef.

And you plot against Dimo for no reason.  WTF?  He's Italian, which means he's Catholic, too.
Molon Lube

Doktor Howl

Quote from: Cainad on June 28, 2011, 02:03:33 PM
I heard that Twid once sucker punched some random schlub because he "looked at my [Twid's] Guinness the wrong way."

Okay, I kinda can't argue with that one.
Molon Lube

Nephew Twiddleton

Quote from: Cainad on June 28, 2011, 02:03:33 PM
I heard that Twid once sucker punched some random schlub because he "looked at my [Twid's] Guinness the wrong way."

They say that Englishmen spontaneously prolapse when standing within 10 yards of Twiddleton.

Some have said that sure, but whether 'tis true or not, ye shouldn't be looking at a man's stout like that, like.

The prolapsing is the new rumor going around now, yeah? Can't confirm or deny that sure, unless the Englishman weren't wearing his trousers like.
Strange and Terrible Organ Laminator of Yesterday's Heavy Scene
Sentence or sentence fragment pending

Soy El Vaquero Peludo de Oro

TIM AM I, PRIMARY OF THE EXTRA-ATMOSPHERIC SIMIANS

Doktor Howl

Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on June 28, 2011, 02:07:18 PM
Quote from: Cainad on June 28, 2011, 02:03:33 PM
I heard that Twid once sucker punched some random schlub because he "looked at my [Twid's] Guinness the wrong way."

They say that Englishmen spontaneously prolapse when standing within 10 yards of Twiddleton.

Some have said that sure, but whether 'tis true or not, ye shouldn't be looking at a man's stout like that, like.

The prolapsing is the new rumor going around now, yeah? Can't confirm or deny that sure, unless the Englishman weren't wearing his trousers like.

We call THAT a "Scotsman".
Molon Lube

Nephew Twiddleton

Quote from: Doktor Howl on June 28, 2011, 02:03:55 PM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on June 28, 2011, 02:02:48 PM
As for the rest of it, I got my license from the Irish consulate on Boylston St, which while located in Boston, doesn't directly involve being from Boston. This license of course does give me permission to do such things as end declarative sentences with "like" and "sure", interrogative sentences with "yeah?" and to veil everything else I say in either hyperbole or understatement.

And I hate corned beef.

And you plot against Dimo for no reason.  WTF?  He's Italian, which means he's Catholic, too.

We're still mad that there hasn't been an Irish Pope yet like, outside of Discardyanism sure.

It's the Italians fault like. They basically stack the college of cardinals, yeah?
Strange and Terrible Organ Laminator of Yesterday's Heavy Scene
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Soy El Vaquero Peludo de Oro

TIM AM I, PRIMARY OF THE EXTRA-ATMOSPHERIC SIMIANS

Nephew Twiddleton

Quote from: Doktor Howl on June 28, 2011, 02:08:04 PM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on June 28, 2011, 02:07:18 PM
Quote from: Cainad on June 28, 2011, 02:03:33 PM
I heard that Twid once sucker punched some random schlub because he "looked at my [Twid's] Guinness the wrong way."

They say that Englishmen spontaneously prolapse when standing within 10 yards of Twiddleton.

Some have said that sure, but whether 'tis true or not, ye shouldn't be looking at a man's stout like that, like.

The prolapsing is the new rumor going around now, yeah? Can't confirm or deny that sure, unless the Englishman weren't wearing his trousers like.

We call THAT a "Scotsman".

:spittake:
Strange and Terrible Organ Laminator of Yesterday's Heavy Scene
Sentence or sentence fragment pending

Soy El Vaquero Peludo de Oro

TIM AM I, PRIMARY OF THE EXTRA-ATMOSPHERIC SIMIANS

Doktor Howl

Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on June 28, 2011, 02:09:09 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on June 28, 2011, 02:03:55 PM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on June 28, 2011, 02:02:48 PM
As for the rest of it, I got my license from the Irish consulate on Boylston St, which while located in Boston, doesn't directly involve being from Boston. This license of course does give me permission to do such things as end declarative sentences with "like" and "sure", interrogative sentences with "yeah?" and to veil everything else I say in either hyperbole or understatement.

And I hate corned beef.

And you plot against Dimo for no reason.  WTF?  He's Italian, which means he's Catholic, too.

We're still mad that there hasn't been an Irish Pope yet like, outside of Discardyanism sure.

It's the Italians fault like. They basically stack the college of cardinals, yeah?

Tell that to the polack.
Molon Lube

Doktor Howl

Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on June 28, 2011, 02:09:27 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on June 28, 2011, 02:08:04 PM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on June 28, 2011, 02:07:18 PM
Quote from: Cainad on June 28, 2011, 02:03:33 PM
I heard that Twid once sucker punched some random schlub because he "looked at my [Twid's] Guinness the wrong way."

They say that Englishmen spontaneously prolapse when standing within 10 yards of Twiddleton.

Some have said that sure, but whether 'tis true or not, ye shouldn't be looking at a man's stout like that, like.

The prolapsing is the new rumor going around now, yeah? Can't confirm or deny that sure, unless the Englishman weren't wearing his trousers like.

We call THAT a "Scotsman".

:spittake:

Pretty sure I'm gonna die for that.
Molon Lube

Nephew Twiddleton

Quote from: Doktor Howl on June 28, 2011, 02:09:52 PM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on June 28, 2011, 02:09:09 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on June 28, 2011, 02:03:55 PM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on June 28, 2011, 02:02:48 PM
As for the rest of it, I got my license from the Irish consulate on Boylston St, which while located in Boston, doesn't directly involve being from Boston. This license of course does give me permission to do such things as end declarative sentences with "like" and "sure", interrogative sentences with "yeah?" and to veil everything else I say in either hyperbole or understatement.

And I hate corned beef.

And you plot against Dimo for no reason.  WTF?  He's Italian, which means he's Catholic, too.

We're still mad that there hasn't been an Irish Pope yet like, outside of Discardyanism sure.

It's the Italians fault like. They basically stack the college of cardinals, yeah?

Tell that to the polack.

They had to put him in like. He fought them Nazis, sure.
Strange and Terrible Organ Laminator of Yesterday's Heavy Scene
Sentence or sentence fragment pending

Soy El Vaquero Peludo de Oro

TIM AM I, PRIMARY OF THE EXTRA-ATMOSPHERIC SIMIANS

Doktor Howl

Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on June 28, 2011, 02:11:07 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on June 28, 2011, 02:09:52 PM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on June 28, 2011, 02:09:09 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on June 28, 2011, 02:03:55 PM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on June 28, 2011, 02:02:48 PM
As for the rest of it, I got my license from the Irish consulate on Boylston St, which while located in Boston, doesn't directly involve being from Boston. This license of course does give me permission to do such things as end declarative sentences with "like" and "sure", interrogative sentences with "yeah?" and to veil everything else I say in either hyperbole or understatement.

And I hate corned beef.

And you plot against Dimo for no reason.  WTF?  He's Italian, which means he's Catholic, too.

We're still mad that there hasn't been an Irish Pope yet like, outside of Discardyanism sure.

It's the Italians fault like. They basically stack the college of cardinals, yeah?

Tell that to the polack.

They had to put him in like. He fought them Nazis, sure.

And so Ratzinger was just put in for balance, or was that more of a Sith takeover?

I should have gotten that job, by the way.  I performed two miracles and everything, but they gave it to the Nazi, and HE gets all the Vatican hootchies.
Molon Lube