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Yeah, a grunge band from Philly.lolScuzzy Jizz Disease...sounds like a rock band....
Sorry, Drac-O; I planted faux cheese with you and BB with explosive dye packs and red fire ants(Imported) .I have the cheese and it's in my cabana in my PP's care.
HOSS, two things;Dang fool!
You never had the real cheese, I purloined it a ways back and have been traveling the world with it getting big money to show it to people. Now that I've made my zillion$$ I can take MY cheese and rocket off to another galaxy where me and Cheese will be ecstatically happy.
Oh so while I was away you named your blowup doll did you?HOSS, two things;
One, welcome back.
And two, thank you again for showing you screwed it up, YET A FUCKING GAIN!
I mercifully made the switch from the purloined provolone to your FAUX CHEESE WITH DIUERETIC. Hope you like shitting your brains out as you hit lightspeed. The cheese is in my possession and me and pp are on an undisclosed location in the Philippines getting a giant pot ready for a grand Mac and cheese par-tay!!!
Sorry, Fat Stuff, But I haven't degraded that much to where I need phony entertainment. I retain in my possession the one true cheese. And please, even if I DID want to track you, it's as easy as pie as my DNA scanner has had a lock on you all-the-time, ever since you and your fart powered trash can with the punch bowl cover tried to blast into hyperspace. My trusty goons will be there to make you don't return, and BTW, I embezzled your zillions from your intergalactic accounts and turned them into gazillions .Oh so while I was away you named your blowup doll did you?
Whatever turns you on I suppose but I prefer live people over plastic toys.
But about the cheese..... Sorry Chuck, what you have is the cardboard cutout of a cheese you got when you were down the shore last summer and you can't mange to let it go.
I possess the actual cheese as is known and documented and even notarized. I will not tell where it is so don't try to get me to.
I do concede, Chuck, you DO have the real cheese...Sorry, Fat Stuff, But I haven't degraded that much to where I need phony entertainment. I retain in my possession the one true cheese. And please, even if I DID want to track you, it's as easy as pie as my DNA scanner has had a lock on you all-the-time, ever since you and your fart powered trash can with the punch bowl cover tried to blast into hyperspace. My trusty goons will be there to make you don't return, and BTW, I embezzled your zillions from your intergalactic accounts and turned them into gazillions .
Sorry, Fat Stuff, But I haven't degraded that much to where I need phony entertainment. I retain in my possession the one true cheese. And please, even if I DID want to track you, it's as easy as pie as my DNA scanner has had a lock on you all-the-time, ever since you and your fart powered trash can with the punch bowl cover tried to blast into hyperspace. My trusty goons will be there to make you don't return, and BTW, I embezzled your zillions from your intergalactic accounts and turned them into gazillions .
Oh, pouvre HOSS, I have no infection and am quite lucid as to where you are; in the sandbox at the adult daycare center with your plastic green army men lined up whilst you stare drooling at a pic of Dawn Wells from GILLIGAN'S ISLAND. Your so called impenetrable shield is the moldy old rain tarp tattered from the years of you chewing on it.Sadly you are completely delusional Chuck. The toe fungus draconis mentioned has clearly taken over your bloodstream and invaded your brain.
You couldn't track a bison pooping 2 feet in front of you much less me and the cheese.
Now go back to your corner and play with your homemade crayons...... Try not to ger them shoved up your nose or in your ears again. While you do that I am off to my new hidden ocean hideaway of 12 fabulous islands and am taking along MY cheese and worry not for I shall be well protected with my Invisible impenetrable shield and 500 henchmen trained to detain and capture you until I decide on fitting punishment for your evil lies!
Now, that you so kindly revealed the location of the Faux Fromage, it is easier to pinpoint the location of the True TaleggioOh, pouvre HOSS, I have no infection and am quite lucid as to where you are; in the sandbox at the adult daycare center with your plastic green army men lined up whilst you stare drooling at a pic of Dawn Wells from GILLIGAN'S ISLAND. Your so called impenetrable shield is the moldy old rain tarp tattered from the years of you chewing on it.
The CHEESE is in my QUINJET cargo hold and is on its way to my super island stronghold . I will have my elite forces arrest you and get your nuk laced with melatonin ready for you whilst I call your sanitarium and have them ready your RIDE THE LIGHTNING shock therapy
for your slanderous fibbing.
My, Hoss, so, that smell WASN'T the Legendary Limburger...the both of you are way way off track. I possess the actual cheese and neither of you nor anyone else can get even close to it. Not even within a hundred miles so you might as well give up.
Unfortunately, you don't realize I've had the QUINJET'S cloaking device on ever since i extricated it from the grubby paws of the bi vaquero and haven't landed just yetNow, that you so kindly revealed the location of the Faux Fromage, it is easier to pinpoint the location of the True Taleggio
Why you're so right; wasn't 100 ft of you; more like 100cm, which converted is 3.28084 ft, and your surprised and simpering face was priceless when I plucked the admirable American cheese out of your hands back at your adult daycare center.As for the smell, well you heard of a bar of soap and water and then deodorant I knowthe both of you are way way off track. I possess the actual cheese and neither of you nor anyone else can get even close to it. Not even within a hundred miles so you might as well give up.
yeah, Hoss could clear out a room when he farts. BEAN-O's calling ya name, son.My, Hoss, so, that smell WASN'T the Legendary Limburger...
Well...
Guess I'll have to keep looking...
Ah, that, you are most welcome to keep.Unfortunately, you don't realize I've had the QUINJET'S cloaking device on ever since i extricated it from the grubby paws of the bi vaquero and haven't landed just yet
Why you're so right; wasn't 100 ft of you; more like 100cm, which converted is 3.28084 ft, and your surprised and simpering face was priceless when I plucked the admirable American cheese out of your hands back at your adult daycare center.As for the smell, well you heard of a bar of soap and water and then deodorant I know
yeah, Hoss could clear out a room when he farts. BEAN-O's calling ya name, son.
Nevertheless, I still retain custody of the cherished cheddar., and neither of you YAHOOS are gonna get it from me.
Oh, pouvre, pouvre, Drac boy; if only you knew the master of double cross, me has been switching out your pilfering of my cheese for so many phony cheeses laced with capsicum, exploding dyke packs and fire ants(Imported) that you were too willing to take, while I have made off with the real cheese all along. BTW on a personal note, I really hate CHUCK E CHEEZE. And would barf if i was ever in there.Ah, that, you are most welcome to keep.
Hoss, shall we tell him?
Then, again, the RotW knows they don't use REAL cheese at Chuck-E-Cheeze...
They use this American Process Puke...
It seems, my diversion, from 6 years back, still stands... and, we have multiple counterfeits that Chuck purloining.