Ok don't panick, this is rare
I tried not to, honest; but with you grilling me as you have, I couldn't keep my cool and am now medium-well.
but it does happen to some people
I'll add that I'm neither a mathmetician nor accountant/bookkeeper nor banker. Factoring that data into the equation should count as a plus, doncha figure?
just pass Midnight on June 19.
Do they get to collect $200? (Sorry. Your mastermind boggles this simple Simon, so I risk when I haven't a clue. 'Tis balderdash and you're sure to call my bluff, but when someone plays like they've a monopoly on truth...)
It's something to do with 6/19 being opposite of 9/16,
I've already told you I'm not allowed to sum unless you've paid.
well the details don't matter
Perhaps not, but the etails do and I think we should get to the bottom of it 'cause the evil's in the etails! You still got that bucket Jackie, or did ya drop it when ya fell? Well be wantin it if ya do cause I spect theres more than a tumblerful to drain; and although this Jillys got a near-insatiable appetite for Corny-ish hens - preferably flame-broiled (but that goes without saying) - there are limits, necessarily, to my thirst for Truth.
but it is important that you do not look in any mirrors before you go to bed.
Oh sure, NOW you tell me.
Little too Chicken Little too later Ben Ali Gator.
Now when you get finished here back away from the Keyboard slowly
I followed your mandate to the letter, and Ive got the
bumped
keister to prove it. You may have come here for an argument, but Im sorry, this is abuse. You will find the bill from my quack doctor in your inbox. TIA for your compensation for the physical pain and mental anguish youve caused me. I accept well-concealed cash (Disney Dollars is fine - Ive an upcoming trip), personal check (if you've 100+ feedback, 10 business days to clear), money order or quality boneless, skinless chicken breasts. No PayPal.
and go right to bed.
But Im still hungry! (That
chiclet I ate earlier wasnt exactly a
Big Bird.)
I suppose, though, that Truth cant be bothered with such trivialities as rumblies in tumblies, and may instead -
like the prolific, elderly lady who resided in a Reebok - give me broth without bread, and a whipping fore bed.
And after the spanking, the
*censored * (cause its too perilous

)
Whatever you do don't go near any trash cans.
No panicking, no details, no mirrors, no fast-forward movement, straight to bed with no snack and now youre telling me no trash cans either??? Lot of rules you got there, Truth. And I havent studied. Ah, well, if you pop quiz me and I gotta guess, at least Ive got a 50-50 shot.
And just for the record: flaps aint a raccoon. Im a vulture. You post on a Disney board and dont know your animated Jungle Book? What is this world coming to
?
And now for something completely different. 