I have turned to a cat!

Started by Daryn, July 16, 2009, 12:18:24 PM

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Night Wolf

*dumps blended Krowdon into Daryns food dish*

Krowdon

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

Night Wolf

I think is.  :D

Here kitty kitty

Krowdon

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

Night Wolf

No your Daryns Meow Mix!!! Get back in the BOWL!!!

Krowdon

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


Krowdon

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

Night Wolf

Now what happened to that stupid cat

Krowdon

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

Night Wolf


Krowdon

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

Night Wolf

 stupid cat probably got into me rum pool again and is sitting a tree drunk with Ungatt >:(

Krowdon

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

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