Basil put down the stove
Fuck You
Im warning you Basil, Ill fucking chop you
Do it
What?
I SAID - DO IT
Excuse me drain
That makes no sens
I know, its an anagram for would you like to go to bed with me
Oh
Well?
Well what
Do you want to?
Do what
Go to bed with me
Hmmmm I dunno.... let me check my oak
Fine
Well it says I may in exactly 2.5 mintues aslong as I deliver all the Huckleberries to the Havery by next week
You hafnt much time
Nay, I do not
I was rather looking forward to basking in the hills
Well you can throw that fucking dream away
That was harsh, very harsh
Im sorry
I dont know If I can believe that
Why not
You have a dog in your leg
How can you tell
IT FUCKING BIT ME
*Shoots*
*Dies*
Muahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!
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you are shit and i have no blags for you
ReplyDeleteYou write very well.
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