Wait, wait, wait. Your soul? From the way I see it, it’s the “fine folks” (as if there wasn’t always one or two or half a dozen poopheads you’d rather see transformed into what they really are…) who’s souls are in “immortal danger”.
And I just dare you to make a huge scene about how these are actually Poppin-burgers. 😀
I just dare ya.
The night is young, Velgar. Seems to me he’s about to try just that. 😀
What I’m wondering is why his vocabulary has suddenly both improved and gone archaic. An effect of the very odor of the pies? 🙂
And how, pray tell, were you planning to stop them? If you neighbors were willing to BITE you so they could continue eating their pies, what chance do you think you’ll have at the fricking stall?
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Wait, wait, wait. Your soul? From the way I see it, it’s the “fine folks” (as if there wasn’t always one or two or half a dozen poopheads you’d rather see transformed into what they really are…) who’s souls are in “immortal danger”.
And I just dare you to make a huge scene about how these are actually Poppin-burgers. 😀
I just dare ya.
The night is young, Velgar. Seems to me he’s about to try just that. 😀
What I’m wondering is why his vocabulary has suddenly both improved and gone archaic. An effect of the very odor of the pies? 🙂
And how, pray tell, were you planning to stop them? If you neighbors were willing to BITE you so they could continue eating their pies, what chance do you think you’ll have at the fricking stall?