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What are Neph. Twid and Eater of Clowns Pointing At?

Started by Cramulus, January 08, 2012, 08:25:50 AM

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Chairman Risus

PROFESSOR, IT LOOKS LIKE THEYRE POINTING AT


COULD IT BE?



IT COULDN'T
IT'S A

GODDAMN PTERODACTYL!

SWEET MERCIFUL FUCK, THE RETURN OF THE PTERODACTYLS!

Sir Squid Diddimus


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Rod Stewart

Too bad it didn't make off with the rest of her shirt.

AM I RIGHT GENTLEMEN????

Nephew Twiddleton

 FUCK!!! PTERODACTYLS!!!!


Quote from: Rod Stewart on January 08, 2012, 02:41:06 PM
Too bad it didn't make off with the rest of her shirt.

AM I RIGHT GENTLEMEN????

Everybody likes a well formed pair of boobiss.
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

Don Coyote

Quote from: Billy the Twid on January 08, 2012, 02:49:19 PM
FUCK!!! PTERODACTYLS!!!!


Quote from: Rod Stewart on January 08, 2012, 02:41:06 PM
Too bad it didn't make off with the rest of her shirt.

AM I RIGHT GENTLEMEN????

Everybody likes a well formed pair of boobiss.


Slurrealist

Don't look at the fingers, or you'll miss all the pterodactyl glory
"You're free, and freedom is beautiful. It will take time to restore chaos...but we will..."

Eater of Clowns

Ohhh no.  No no no no no no no.

I know how this ends.  I point at something, and then while I'm distracting myself, pterodactyls sneak up behind my legs and then trip me up when I turn back around and peck at my tear ducts while I'm sobbing.

Or I point at something, and then when everyone else goes SWEET MERCIFUL FUCK a pterodactyl slips a dinoroofie into my drink and I end up wearing Squiddy's clothes.

OR Twid goes c'mon EoC let's point and then when I can't resist pointing any longer a pterodactyl sneaks off and kills my family three states away.

OR I'm showing off my awesome living statue impersonation and then pterodactyls start flocking to where I'm pointing and everyone thinks I summoned them and I get chased away from PEOPLE I LIKED with rusty lawn care equipment.

I'm not pointing at things anymore.  I'm never pointing at anything again.
Quote from: Pippa Twiddleton on December 22, 2012, 01:06:36 AM
EoC, you are the bane of my existence.

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 07, 2014, 01:18:23 AM
EoC doesn't make creepy.

EoC makes creepy worse.

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the afflicted persons get hold of and consume carrots even in socially quite unacceptable situations.

Cramulus


Nephew Twiddleton

:Thinks to self:

Yep, know what I'm going to have for lunch now.
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