drink up galdys, for tomorrow we may sleep deeply

Pretty sure nobody really needs yet another Texas Chainsaw Massacre film.

* pops the lid off from the roaster and crawls out of the oven *

* does a quick Gwampy dance to cheer up the crowd *

* watches to see if he was successful *

This is Fiddlesticks, Gwampus; there is no crowd.

there's three so technically there is a crowd

VARIABLE SITUATION BONUS

I'm always here.

 

surprisingly.... sometimes I shut up.

I'd debate "always". Or at least, with relation to "here".

 

Anyway, he's not.

gee davey, I don't k ow about that...

 

pretty sure he's always watching, especially in the shower.

 

you could debate always for my presence but.... hyperbole or not it's too nearly true to make anyone happy.

I think I prefer to not contemplate Gwampy's shower-time exploits.

there's a sturdy chair involved, bet on it.

'Pon which sits his keister, which once I described as two giant, pink avocadoes.

will not point out the likely position of the various pedeshkies

In his shoes, most likely.

Damn my butt is no longer mine again.

You thought going away for a year or two voided my deed?  

I could have sworn there was a termination clause.

Dry your eyes, my dear fisherman, your ass belongs to me

I wonder how many people have wondered in here only to have their posteriors spirited away?

Edited August 11, 201311 yr by mcs0083

Nobody loses them, they just don't own them anymore.

 

I have explained this before.

My butt's sticker expired.  Need a new one.

Your butt's USDA rating expired, too.

I smell a lawsuit!

No, that's the smoke grenades.

Does that mean I can't tell people to kiss my ass anymore?