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 Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 1:03 pm
Sorry, I'm just really sensitive so I know how to turn any comment into an insult.
Okay, I'll bite. (Pun not intended, again) What is he mad about?
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 1:06 pm
The usual. Me not doing my chores right (as if he does any chores), me not having to take my medicine anymore, so I'm all hyper and bouncing off the walls. He's been getting more mad at me lately.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 1:18 pm
That's too bad; I'm sure it'll blow over... I hope.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 1:37 pm
He'll get over himself eventually.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 2:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 2:29 pm
Yeah, he usually gets mad, punches a punch bag for while downstairs and acts like a grumpy bear at dinner
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 2:48 pm
On the contrary, I am aware that I am basically insane and accept it. It's better than denial!
*Does fu-man-chu style backflip onto mantlepiece and begins to do can-can, kicking off all ornaments.* "Do not mess with the master of heavily-stained socks!" *pulls pencils out of nose, uses them to fling underwear at a threatening lamp. Reaches down throat and rips out tonsils. Attaches them to ceiling and uses it as a punchbag. Pulls out a condom and pulls over head and body. Climbs inside chimney and wriggles upwards.*
"You'll never take me alive, Nixon!"
I count that as a 2. so that's 3-5. I'll add more once people get over that last post.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 2:58 pm
*Jumps down chimney into aquarium, knocking down bricks. Picks up a brick and names it Jeff. Gives Jeff an intervention for his eating disorder. Goes to food court and laughs at people for being purple. Then takes off sparklers and donates them to Hillary Duff. Then goes to the living Andy Samberg's grave Lumanny just built himself. "You were quite the monkey, quadruped. Now get me some root beer to give to Barack Obama! "*
9-3
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 3:05 pm
* Poos in your root beer*
10-9.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 3:06 pm
I challenge your scoring.
We need a third party to score.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 3:35 pm
I will greet them with a pickaxe! Lol. Speaking of family mental history, my great-great-grandmother did that once.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 5:44 pm
I'm debating whether or not that belongs in Family Stories.... ninja
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 6:06 pm
Anyway...
*Buiulds rocket out of Toilet Paper named "The Fagooglian"and then runs into it to acquire super powers. Acquires the power to traslate other people's thoughts into opera and also turn individual pieces of popcorn into dogs that moo when they swim in Jello. Tells this to his uncle's siter's favorite celebrity's former roommate's childhood neighbor's monkey's hairdresser's publicist's niece's lock of hair in a chest of marshmallows and margarine. Is overheard doing so and brought to a mental hospital and escapes using copyrighted measures involving a megaphone, an extra from a 1970's horror movie the name of which may or may not have a month of the Mongolian calendar in it, and a LOT of cheese acquired through the trashcans of hairy people in the Northeast. Then gets a jobas a traveling diaper salesman on Pluto after feeding said defiled rootbeer to the extra.*
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 6:06 pm
Do you three, like, live in this guild or something?
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The Fabulous Prince Babel
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 6:07 pm
That's right. I fed him the root beer.
Infinity to the infinatecimal exponent- 10, unless you want a third part.
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