When he's not rubbing his paws together in glee at the notion of turning you into a zombie, that is.
He's been threatening the whammy for years now and...still breathing and walking, not groaning and shambling. I say now what I've said all along: "Bring it, Peter Cottontail. You got no game."
Only now I sound even more bored.
waits for Clovis to sign on with chin propped in hands.
He's been threatening the whammy for years now and...still breathing and walking, not groaning and shambling.
Well he's obviously not going to turn you into an
obvious
zombie. So you just keep thinking that you're fine, and that the change didn't happen years ago ... would you like some more beer?
So you just keep thinking that you're fine, and that the change didn't happen years ago ... would you like some more beer?
Metaphorical "zombies" don't count. Clovis is a charlatan.
Besides, I was like this years before that rabbit was ever born...or hatched from an egg in a pile of dung under a full moon, or whatever hellish genesis it claims.
Thanks juliana. One of these days, I think I'm going to grow a brain that remembers things, but not yet.
(Stamping my feet doesn't automatically make my point, does it?)
Hmm. I don't know about that. It's either evil or really, really funny.
Did I say that out loud?
"Hey, someone brought you a candy bra! You should put it on!"
*ahem* Hello? Prom? There was booze there? And I was there? And where there's booze and me...
Look, I'm just glad we didn't buy the posing pouch or the thong.
That makes about 70 of us.
I saw ... somewhere ... a candy belly chain and garter.
I saw ... somewhere ... a candy belly chain and garter.
I've seen the garters around, but I hadn't seen them before Prom. Which was too bad - those could have been fun too.
Seriously, not enough booze in all the worlds.