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 Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 12:08 pm
Mssr Remy LeBeau "Sorry Spider, I have a t'ing against reptiles."
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 12:13 pm
*struts in*
Good afternoon Mr. President. *flicks her tail at him*
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 12:32 pm
*walks in and sits down*
Hey all.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 1:25 pm
All that money I saved by switching to Geico just got blown on buying my new house and all the furnishings.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 1:27 pm
Guild Posts : 65000
Now I tip the scales!
How goes it Greer?
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 1:38 pm
*pinches Ollie's tush* It's good, sweetie, real good. wink heart
How are you?
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 1:49 pm
Good afternoon Ms. Nelson.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 1:55 pm
*Sets up a squirrel/duck sized wrestling ring in the middle of the Bistro*
WOOO!
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 1:56 pm
To be the duck, you've got to beat the duck!
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 2:01 pm
I think I may have accidentally walked into Remy's Gay Bar. I meant to be in the Bayou Bistro regardless of the fact that I'm spraypainted green and wearing what amounts to a speedo and suspenders with a cape. *Backs out slowly and reads the sign on the front of the building.* No, this is the right place. Yet so wrong at the same time.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 2:04 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 2:08 pm
*Tries to leap out the window and gets his cape stuck.* Dammit.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 2:10 pm
That's not what your mom was saying last night, fat boy!
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 2:15 pm
Fat boy?! I'll strangle you with my cape, juice monkey! *Tears his cape out of the window*
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 2:28 pm
Woah, woah, woah, WOAH, big man! Woooooo....Now you GOT to know, brother, that you don't just run at the Nature Boy, brother. It's about class. It's about style. It's about stylin' and profilin' like a fat boy like you could NEVER! comprehend!
Woooo!
Heheh....Brother, if you want a piece of the Nature Boy, you gotta step between those ropes like a MAN, brother! We could have a contest to see which one of us wooes the most ladies, but truth be told, hehehe...brother, I'd smoke you too fast for it to be interesting.
SO! WOOO! Get your boots on! Get your trunks on! BY GOD TAPE UP THOSE WRISTS AND PUT ON THAT ROBE! Get read to DANCE! All night-WOOO! And a little longer, if you can, brother! They call me the Sixty Minute man-and that's not just the wrestling commentators, that's the ladies too! WOOO!
You want a piece of the Nature boy, it boils down to this-To be the man, you gotta BEAT the man! So come on down into this ring and let's see if you're man enough! WOOO!
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