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Whose turn is it? You're supposed to put a circle down now, man. |
*sings* "Let's talk about X, baby, let's talk about you and me.." |
Green X and Ham, X-ter's Lab, Tyrannosaurus X...This is getting boring.. |
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Eacy access dressing, by SlutPuppies of Hollywood. |
"I've noticed your exquisite birthing hips. Care to dance?" |
Barbeque in bed? Ron Popeil must be STOPPED!! |
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Well fellas, I go for my sex change operation tomorrow. >> What are they gonna try to do, make a man out of you? <laughter> |
"See this? Do you? That's right, I have my OWN biscuits now! HA!" (Hey there, strange unpronounceable symbol) |
o O o Did I shut off the bedside barbecue?... |
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"BISCUIT THIEF!!!" >>Whack<< |
"You're mad, Popeil, MAD I say. No one will buy these insane gadgets of yours." |
"You're not still mad about that biscuit, are you?" / "Sniff! I so wanted that biscuit." |
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