Hmmmm . . . let me see if I got this all right:
"You're a ree-tard Billy, face it, you suck, I oughtta come over there and . . ."
"Yeah and what, huh? Gonna sic yer hamster on me nancy boy?"
"No, my hamster hasn't been the same since you raped it, Richard Reetard Ranger."
"You're Richard. Richard Cranium man, get it potato peeler?"
"Did your sister write that joke for you? Tell her to come get her clothes outta my bedroom . . ."
"Why man? Don't they fit? You'd look good in pink panties puke breath . . ."
"Yeah, you're showing yer preferences again Mr. Strait Jacket Material, just like you did at the first thing when you said that stuff and you . . ."
"Yeah, right precious, Marlene said that never happened and she did the first thing that one time that . . ."
"She made it up man, she was always out drunk so how could she . . ."
"Oh yeah, now even Marlene's wrong, you think you know that stuff, but you don't man, you don't know that stuff."
"Yeah, well no. OK?"
Thanks for listening, all the world's eight year olds are now busy throwing sand in each other's faces in the playground so we will be forced to return you to a more worldy and enlightened website:
http://www.engrish.com/Tune in next week when the Hamster shows up in the panties and everyone worries that Marlene might be right about not mixing cheap, warm Scotch with Orange Soda while jumping on Billy's waterbed.
I think I'll be flying an inferior plane and working on my excuses like:
"I'm spotting AND I broke a nail."
Sakai