All your butts are belong to me!

[reyler]

Are you a genetic opera?

[bad company]

Well my genes are a tragedy

[reyler]

Especially so, were they to be propagated.

[bad company]

Well I don't see myself getting a Darwin award anytime soon

[GrandpaG]

* looks around *

 

I like what you've done with the place!

 

Is that granite?

 

[reyler]

I don't know, let's find out *picks up Gwampy and swings him like a baseball bat, facefirst into the wall*

 

*observes the results*

[bad company]

Looks like a Picasso

[reyler]

Gwampy is a pick-ass-o. Yes. That is correct.

[bad company]

That was a bad pun by even my standards

[GrandpaG]

DDdduuuHHhhh...YYYyyyuuuucckkkk....DDuhh..YYyyuucckk...Yyyuckk.

 

I get it!

 

DDYYuuck!

[reyler]

YOU SEE WHY THEY ARE THE BANE OF DECENT COMEDY

[Naked~Frog]

You're just jealous

[reyler]

You're just jam *smears you across the wall of the public restroom*

[bad company]

That's one of the more pleasent of the things smeared there

[Naked~Frog]

Glad you enjoy my bodily decorations.

[bad company]

*gets an image in his head*

[reyler]

*rattles badclick's skull around until the channel changes*

[bad company]

*turns over to glee making him scream in pain and spontaneously combust*

[reyler]

I am pleased to say I've never seen that to form any sort of opinion on it!

[bad company]

*whispers good for you from beyond the grave*

[GrandpaG]

Wifey cooked a spiral ham and it's not even Easter!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was good.

 

 

 

 

Will make good left overs and sandwiches for the next couple of weeks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Will this mess up the calendar or something by having Easter before Halloween?

 

 

[reyler]

Something wrong with your eyes there, Gwampy?

[bad company]

They are still in his head

[reyler]

*replaces them with golfballs by way of hitting him in the face with an errant drive*

[bad company]

You carry around a mini car