or as I like to call you, rotting old shitbag, sir.
I'd like to inform you that I received your message today, via swamp gas, and my response is as follows:
Life here is weird STOP. Losing my mind at new job training STOP. I've developed a case of brain pigeons STOP.
They say there is no cure and that it won't be long before the fountains of blood rain their sweet waters down upon the land STOP.
I encourage you to bring back the Open Bar STOP. I believe the army of giant vaginas has left this part of the galaxy freeing us of it's mighty grip STOP.
Now I have to shit.
Squishily,
Squid
I love your posts, Squid. :lol:
Quote from: Sir Squid Diddimus on February 02, 2012, 11:23:59 PM
or as I like to call you, rotting old shitbag, sir.
Now I have to shit.
:eek:
:horrormirth:
:fap:
Fap my ass WHERE'S MY CANDY!?
:lulz:
:mittens:
Quote from: Sir Squid Diddimus on February 03, 2012, 03:39:13 AM
Fap my ass WHERE'S MY CANDY!?
I'M DIGETHTING ATH FATHT ATH I CAN, MITHTRETH!
You'd better stop that digestion and share that candy with me mister.
I expect to be fed like A BABY BIRD!
Quote from: Sir Squid Diddimus on February 03, 2012, 03:39:13 AM
Fap my ass WHERE'S MY CANDY!?
Assfap is either a form of schlick, or a test that ensures the recruiters NEVER stop calling your house.
Candy? I got nothing.
Quote from: Sir Squid Diddimus on February 05, 2012, 07:32:37 AM
You'd better stop that digestion and share that candy with me mister.
I expect to be fed like A BABY BIRD!
God in Heaven, have mercy, I got a visual on that one.
:vom: