If theres anything southpark has taught me its that not eating meat makes you break out in [B]v[/B]aginas and eventually turn into one big [b]p[/b]ussy.

[quote=maniac0796;13834268]Because you're not eating meat![/quote]

So what? I hate the taste and texture.

Better take supplements then.

my fav meat has gotta be chicken breast... Not deep fried tho. packed with protein too

I couldn't live without steak.

[quote=Drum Phil;13834289]So what? I hate the taste and texture.[/quote]

Meh, i just have this really big thing against vegetarians, but then your not a vegetarian for the reason i hate them.

I hate it when they say killing animals is cruel...


And that is why
a. we're mammals
b. We have canine teeth
c. We have eye on the front of our head

my favorite is when I put my chicken in breasts :naughty:

[QUOTE=FL3P;13834339]I couldn't live without steak.[/QUOTE]

Quoted for the truth.

Starting to feel like ****...

i'm continuing to feel like ****...i have the flu:upset:

I drove my moped to the Sage today. I had my helmet with me in my piano lesson with Kevin Wright, and he's like "Oh, do you have a moped?" and i'm like "Yeah, but I can't really drive it at the moment, even though I do."
"Why's that?"
"I haven't got my CBT"
"Jesus christ, you don't wanna be telling me that, I work for the police force.."

Me = :eek: OMFG

Is Pespi still here?

I think she's registered as 'Janeway'.

Oh, okay then.

[QUOTE=Drum Phil;13834289]So what? I hate the taste and texture.[/QUOTE]

That's what I have with vegatables...

Contemplating throwing up.

What happened to the whole "elite member" thing? Was I the only one to get demoted?

seems so

[quote=CasB;13834611]That's what I have with vegatables...[/quote]

me too except pretty much only with beans.

Pespi's a Trekkie?
lol

I just randomly gave jos rep cos i was bored. Anyone else want any love?

[QUOTE=PowerStamp;13834725]Pespi's a Trekkie?
lol[/QUOTE]

nah, just fancies captain janeway


and me maniac:P

meeee!

you must spread some love around before giving it to cork again

ETP2 got it though!

I just repped some folks myself

[QUOTE=Senseless Apprentice;13834662]What happened to the whole "elite member" thing? Was I the only one to get demoted?[/QUOTE]

I got demoted too. That's just because Jim is a loser and holds e-grudges.

Cheers Jos

you must spread some love around before giving it to BB again

Christ, what am i, some kind of jiggilo {no idea how to spell that)

[QUOTE=maniac0796;13834734]I just randomly gave jos rep cos i was bored. Anyone else want any love?[/QUOTE]

I'll take some of that, too.

Anyone heard of the shortage of hookers for the ipswich rugby team?

you must spread some love around before giving it to fishbulb again

I gotta spread some rep before giving it to jos...but maniac got it.

Wow...i'm really getting into rammstein lately...i love Der Meister

I'm getting books for Christmas.


I got Party Monster(AKA Disco Bloodbath) by James St. James, the Zombie Survival Guide, and Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk. I'm going to order Mensturating Mall by Carlton Mellick III, and the Bizarro Starter Kit from Amazon.

I need something else to order. I'm contemplating more bizarro, because it's impossible to find at the library.

Whats funnier than a dead baby?

And wow, i can give love to janeway

everything?

A dead baby in a clown costume

What's funner than spinning a baby on a washing line at 200MPh?

More Dangerous Than a Pocket Full of Loose Razor Blades That's what Betty was. She would wag her tongue at the elderly, teach dogs to urinate standing up. Priests crossed themselves and others when she alked by. It was obvious to all that she wore only a thong under those dirty overalls.

Rumor had it that Betty was developed by the CIA for use as an anti-egalitarian insurgent in the Balkans. Drunken mothers whispered tales of her exploits in the shadowy ruins of river towns gone bad. Hobos would huddle together and shudder at all the wartime uses she had for corncobs. The city council had to take action. Honor demanded that the festering societal carcinoma with pouty lips be expelled. Children took to daily siestas in protest; husbands gave up on washing dishes. The danger Betty posed to the community's well being increased exponentially. Eventually the town elders were forced to admit that keeping feta cheese in their armpits had failed to resolve the issue. No choice remained but to consult Slobodan Milosevic.

"Baboons!" SM stated with a flourish of saliva. "Primates of the highest order worked for us against the US Special Forces."

The city elders took note of his instructions. Meanwhile, Betty's malice reached its zenith: she loitered in markets licking any produce that customers attempted to purchase. As a result all the food had to be destroyed, bringing the populace to the brink of famine. Betty donated cow livers for transplants down at the hospital and put chicken livers in the malts over at the ice creamery. While these atrocities were being committed the baboons underwent rigorous training maneuvers. Right, left, right, left. They learned how to conduct formal procedural tribunals, how to perform covert ops. High above the rooftops parachutes were silhouetted against the blue sky, bright red asses being the only discernible features of the heroes-in-training.

"Go baboon!" the children cried as they watched the parachutes. "Go baboon! It's your birthday! It's your birthday!"

SM enlisted Brooks and Dunn for the publicity campaign. "Rwanda" became a hit song among the townsfolk. Little did they know that the lyrics contained illicit instructions for the highly trained baboon force. Any time those fatigued primates heard the words of BD spilling from the lips of the city's residents they would go ape ****, rending flesh and bone, torching domiciles and places of business alike.

"Look at the carnage!" SM raged in his weekly address to the people. "If more funds are not appropriated to Operation: Enduring Baboon, Betty might yet maim, kill, and burn every last living creature in your beloved city!" The only witnesses to the carnage thus far had all been eliminated by the elite counter-Betty squads, so nobody could argue with his line of reasoning.

As the populace was whittled away to nothing by own their saviors, Betty lazed in the shade by a burbling cesspool. With no townspeople to be outraged by her actions, what point was there in even trying? The spotlight didn't mean anything if baboons composed the audience. Their body odor was brutal at best, so she let the world continue to spin out of control without her in it. Meanwhile, SM introduced a new hit BD song, titled "Congo"--after accusations of latent racism in their song titles BD changed this one to "Ivory Coast Cotton Pickin'". The melody caught on immediately among the baboon soldiers. Unbeknownst to them, the lyrics were encoded messages that spurred the blue-asses on to new heights of violence against the red asses. Blue-*** baboons were higher in rank and intellect, so despite their smaller numbers they were able to cover their psy-op induced misdeeds.

"Do you see what she's doing to us?!" SM bellowed in his weekly address to the baboons. "Betty strikes when we turn our attention elsewhere, and slips away like virginity. Are we to tolerate such naked aggression?"

The red-asses were willing to accept the tax hikes proposed by the blue-asses. Hopeful that the funds would supply their forces with additional Hall & Oates albums for the battle against Betty, lower ranking baboons turned a blind eye to the fact that their numbers were thinning, even as the blue-*** population seemed to increase.

By this time Betty had hooked up with renegade ice cream vendors expelled from other cities for being proponents of poor dietary habits. Their armor-plated trucks bore the scars of past consumption wars. The continued famine was attractive to them and they groped ice cream sandwiches in anticipation of the bumper crop of bloated children they'd sow. When they rode into town with their creepy monotone Muzak blaring the deranged ice cream vendors found the only survivors of the Betty Wars--the blue-assed upper echelon of baboons -were eager to part with their cash. The night was spent in wild revelry, but the dawn brought with it a grim realization. All of the baboons had died overnight as a result of their ice cream consumption. Nobody realized they were terminally lactose intolerant. This sat well with BD and SM. They had already been contracted to assist some distant city through a crisis anyway.

Yeah mate, like, read 7 words of that

Not even 7

:p

what is that?

More Dangerous Than a Pocket Full of Loose Razor Blades by John Edward Lawson.



Bizarro.

I read the first line. I hope Pespi typed that, so her fingers might lose a little weight.

KAPOW!!

Alright, chill. I'm kidding..