How obtuse of YOU to overlook that I just said b4 I reprogrammed it to go after your twig and berries('Not even a smidge for those guys!
) I've nothing to lament indeed. So I still have the chee-eese, and you're being chased by seven hungry castaway cannibals.
How obtuse of Me to overlook that I just said I reprogrammed it to go after your massive twig and berries (too much meal for those guys!
How kind of you to admit it, cause I stil have the chee-ese!!
Well he maybe daffy but you are clearly Loco if you think that rounded cardboard hatbox is actually cheese.
Oh, phooey, fat boy; your meds have only kicked in & your cheese is a moldy yellow beach towel and you're actually in the electroshock room getting your ride the lightning treatment. I have the cheese and and have since retreated to my mountainside resort with pp.
BAM!! With a mighty swing of my sledgehammer, your lights are out, and I still have the cheese!!
Speaking of lumps aren't you emptied the sugar bowl at the Parsippany Diner again of all its sugar lumps......they have issued an all points bulletin on you.
There is no Parsippany diner. And I slipped your pic to the NJ STATE POLICE for breaking into the Newark liquor store and buying Heineken beer.
Well, Fluffy doodle, you've obviously taken a page from the Hoss chapter of totally misconstruing what I wrote, yet a-freaking GAIN!! That was MY PRIVATE AIRSTRIP, so therefore the only one who checks my luggage is... ME. So the only thing you're skipping away with is a giant yellow playdo wheel. But, for attempting to snatch my majestic mozzarella, I'ma do an old favorite; I roadrunner BOS(Burst Of Speed) supersonic past you, making you spin crazily into the asphalt up to your chinny chin chin, and dash back to MY PRIVATE AIRSTRIP and am off to the Philippines to my fabulous beachside estate.
Actually, that cheese you made off with is a faux cheese filled with an exploding dye pack and imported red fire ants.
