It's like you're trying to speak to us but we can't understand you. Again I'm fartootst."DUDE! Sorry about the lame killabrenda. I can't believe I called you an Emma. A babe. A babelini. Even. What was I thinkin', Brah? Totally agg. Bummer. I feel like an epic Barney. But...anywho... SINISTER SHOW!!!! Ripper, Duder! I gotta bail. Sorry I was so bogus."
Maybe he's American. We toss out Canadian money all the time.said that he must have just LET GO of it.
ZZUB said:Maybe he's American. We toss out Canadian money all the time.
...
Calvin wanted to see the manatee poop again. And eat alot of lettuce. And, failing that, to go to the souvenier area and squander his not-so-hard-earned
money. From The Revered/Loathed General. As quickly and as effortlessly as possible.
...
Tommy wanted to watch the manatee poop, too. But he also wanted a Caesar Salad.
Which grossed me out.
...
The Brotherly Assault of LOVE.
Calvin decided to kick Tommy in the leg. Out of the blue. Or out of boredom. Or frustration. Or happiness. Or because he's tired. Or hungry. Or it's his birthday. Or he's partying like it's 1999.
What a prince!
And after he clocks him... he looks around. To see if I saw him.
If I did. And... if I'm staring at Calvin. Hard.
He finishes the assault by grabbing Tommy and hugging him. Hard.
While still looking at me.
It's the way of the Brothers.
...
And I can't believe they are actually fighting at Disney.
AT DISNEY.
Calvin's face is blind rage.
They are rumpled.
Sweaty.
Stressed.
It was real fighting. They were going to town. Not just doing the Ultimate Playfighting thing.
Maybe everyone was hungry. Bored. Happy. Sad. Whatever.
But... no one FIGHTS at DISNEY!!!
Come ON!!!!
And... singing... at the top of their lungs:
"WHEN YOU'RE SLIDING INTO THIRD AND YOU SMELL THE JUICY TURD...
D-I-A-R-R-H-E-A!!!!!! DIARRHEA!!!!!!!"
Sigh...
Melly said:We got apple juice, grape juice, orange juice and tomato juice.
"WHEN YOU'RE SLIDING INTO THIRD AND YOU SMELL THE JUICY TURD...
D-I-A-R-R-H-E-A!!!!!! DIARRHEA!!!!!!!"
And after he clocks him... he looks around. To see if I saw him.
If I did. And... if I'm staring at Calvin. Hard.
He finishes the assault by grabbing Tommy and hugging him. Hard.
While still looking at me.
Or he's partying like it's 1999.
What a prince!
The boys walking together. Through Disney.
In the sunshine.
And... singing... at the top of their lungs:
"WHEN YOU'RE SLIDING INTO THIRD AND YOU SMELL THE JUICY TURD...
D-I-A-R-R-H-E-A!!!!!! DIARRHEA!!!!!!!"
Originally Posted by 1000thhappyhaunt
The boys walking together. Through Disney.
In the sunshine.
And... singing... at the top of their lungs:
"WHEN YOU'RE SLIDING INTO THIRD AND YOU SMELL THE JUICY TURD...
D-I-A-R-R-H-E-A!!!!!! DIARRHEA!!!!!!!"
daly7something ~ I saw that bananaman. You're on IGNORE!
I'm afraid I've committed some sort of DIS faux pas (thats Canadian). Or is it focaccia? No...thats Italian. I shall heretofore cease the use of the dancing yellow offender lest I unwittingly offend someone else. What?...Is it like giving someone the finger or something?Anyway...keep on writin' 'cos you crack me up!