I have turned to a cat!

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Night Wolf

#135
July 20, 2009, 01:58:44 PM
*dumps blended Krowdon into Daryns food dish*

Krowdon

#136
July 20, 2009, 02:01:16 PM
aw c'mon man! not funny!!!
Quote from: Ashyra Nightwingi have work to do and that is why i'm playing rwl, this is how it always works

Night Wolf

#137
July 20, 2009, 04:39:39 PM
I think is.  :D

Here kitty kitty

Krowdon

#138
July 20, 2009, 04:48:29 PM
*turns into a Squirrel*
Quote from: Ashyra Nightwingi have work to do and that is why i'm playing rwl, this is how it always works

Night Wolf

#139
July 20, 2009, 05:25:39 PM
No your Daryns Meow Mix!!! Get back in the BOWL!!!

Krowdon

#140
July 20, 2009, 05:26:16 PM
Fine. *turns back into a ground up Cheeseburger*

*Grumbles*
Quote from: Ashyra Nightwingi have work to do and that is why i'm playing rwl, this is how it always works

Night Wolf

#141
July 20, 2009, 05:30:30 PM
Good cheeseburger  :)

Krowdon

#142
July 20, 2009, 05:42:23 PM
yeah yeah.
Quote from: Ashyra Nightwingi have work to do and that is why i'm playing rwl, this is how it always works

Night Wolf

#143
July 21, 2009, 11:27:07 AM
Now what happened to that stupid cat

Krowdon

#144
July 21, 2009, 11:47:36 AM
I dunno. Got Lost?
Quote from: Ashyra Nightwingi have work to do and that is why i'm playing rwl, this is how it always works

Night Wolf

#145
July 21, 2009, 12:01:01 PM
Stupid cat

Krowdon

#146
July 21, 2009, 12:08:21 PM
Mebbie he drowned.
Quote from: Ashyra Nightwingi have work to do and that is why i'm playing rwl, this is how it always works

Night Wolf

#147
July 21, 2009, 12:10:17 PM
 stupid cat probably got into me rum pool again and is sitting a tree drunk with Ungatt >:(

Krowdon

#148
July 21, 2009, 12:15:31 PM
Singing Irish Drinking Songs.
Quote from: Ashyra Nightwingi have work to do and that is why i'm playing rwl, this is how it always works

Night Wolf

#149
July 21, 2009, 12:18:40 PM
Oh, he doesn't smell like Irish spring, and he never taught me anything,
But still I slap my chest and sing of my drunken Irish dad.
Oh, his face looks like a railroad map and he never shuts his freakin' trap,
But all the ladies catch the clap from your drunken Irish dad.

Ask-a Hennessey, Tennessee, Morrison, Shaunesy, Riven and Rudy,
They'll tell you the same.
McNolte, Mulrooney, and Carter and Clooney,
All feel the same mixture of pride and of shame.

Finnegan, Hannegan, Cally and Fannigan,
Look to the ground when their Dad passes by.
Halferty, Rafferty, Joyce and O'Lafferty,
Fight for his honour and then start to cry...

(Amusing fight sounds)

Oh, we Irish lads are all in firm, and our moods infect us like a germ,
Cause we're all a spawn of a pickled sperm, (and we don't tan well either)...
From a drunken Irish dad!

-Family guy
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