 ..chickens in choppers, heh-heh. *sniff* *sniff* did you just fart?women don’t fart  | mi dispiace signora, did you just break wind?nothen what is that god awful smell?  | probably the prawns i sewed into your jacket |
| ..chickens in choppers, heh-heh. *sniff* *sniff* did you just fart?women don’t fart | mi dispiace signora, did you just break wind?nothen what is that god awful smell? | probably the prawns i sewed into your jacket |
the fire of you heart burns cold for my loinsyes, my dog’s satay is nubian | when your yoghurt nose twists unfairly, simon melts their facefreakishly, bovines know the origin of your honour | mmmmmsnozberry  |
 he’s making a list, and checking it once. | he already knows, that people are cunts! | so you’re doing the christmas shopping today eh? santa claus is gunning, the town. |
you know what i like the most about christmas?mmm? what’s that? | reminding you that you forgot to do your tax. | ’tis the season. |
| would you please cook dinner tonight?meh! | oh, i could make a curry.lord no! the last time i ate your curry i passed out from the heat.  | it was a korma!it’s pronounced,.. ’coma’! |
| *grunt*...jesus fuck my nose! | tyler dear, we’re getting a bit of a line up out here.well learn to cook woman! | happy now?i don’t think van gogh could have painted a better bowl. |
tyler and monique are spending christmas at monique’s parents this year.  | | it doesn’t go well. nuff said? |