your friend you got my new hard drive from, he’s a bit of a comedian is he? wes? he has his moments i suppose. why do you ask? oh, i don’t know, perhaps it’s got something to do with the 40gb of hard core bestiality he pre-loaded onto the hard drive?! | girl on horse, girl on dog, dog on horse, ferrets in cows, man on postbox... it is all disgusting and i am not amused! technically, i don’t think that last one counts. if you’d like, i could take it back and get you another, stain free, hard drive. | sicko. you’d sprain both your wrists before you got through that lot. it’s an art form my dear. you just have to pace yourself. screw you very much for that mental image. i’m off to snort some napisan. |
frighteningly loud farty sound! ahhh, better out than in. for you maybe. damn woman! | sweet, sweet relief. i think you killed the neighbour’s kid. | serves him right for being locked in our basement. |
you know, everyone remembers that van gogh cut off his own ear, but it’s not like that was a big thing? what? well, he was a painter. if he wanted to make a big impact he could have gouged out one of his eyes. wouldn’t that have been a romantic gesture? | i always thought that it was romantic when you sent me an ear in the post. | that is, until i realised it wasn’t yours. |
...yeah, good one mate. listen, i’ve got to go. there’s a shapely young thing waiting for me in the sack, if you know what i mean, heh heh. | that’s right! she’s even got her name tattooed on her side, totally wild man. monique? nah, absolutely clueless. i’ll talk to you later, i’ve got to relieve someone of their ability to walk. oh, yeah! | oh, hey monique. no, you’ve got it all wrong. c’mon, put the bat down. look, it’s just... smash dear lord noooo! my beer! you killed my beer! why?! |
deftly, he sidesteps the poorly worded and yea, mispelt slur against his prowess in the boudoir. | zing! tyler masterfully ripostes with his rapier like wit. the ice maiden grovels before him in obeisance. | did you say something dear? um, moo? |
phew! i’ve finally managed to net off the paw-paw trees in the back yard. no more bat problems. | tyler? have you seen my fish-nets? | whoa! that was quick. |
ok, we’ll try it again. what do you get if you multiply six by nine? | forty-two. | that’s just dumb. heathen. |