Falcon leave dem poor rodents alone!
Altar-"Rat-tat-Tat"- Boy
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Falcon you evil evil naughty boy *brings out the whip and a can of whipped cream.. nevermind...*
Anyhoo, why bother with the rodent.. to much hassle makin meatboools of it.. use this wee one..
he's already curled up to a meatball. Just throw him in the frying pan and watch him become one with the meatball god...
ouch... now I feel bad... poor guy... imagine him screamin obscenities at you from the frying pan, after having begged for his life and his family and old rodent grandma who's crippled after a horrible accident with a lawnmower back in -67 during the great famine in Amsterdam...
Anyhoo, why bother with the rodent.. to much hassle makin meatboools of it.. use this wee one..
he's already curled up to a meatball. Just throw him in the frying pan and watch him become one with the meatball god...
ouch... now I feel bad... poor guy... imagine him screamin obscenities at you from the frying pan, after having begged for his life and his family and old rodent grandma who's crippled after a horrible accident with a lawnmower back in -67 during the great famine in Amsterdam...
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You boys behave
or there'll be no nutria andouille for you tonight!
Falcon
or there'll be no nutria andouille for you tonight!
Falcon
"He who warned, uh, the British that they weren't gonna be takin' away our arms, uh, by ringing those bells, and um, makin' sure as he's riding his horse through town to send those warning shots and bells that we were going to be sure and we were going to be free, and we were going to be armed."
- The history of Paul Revere's midnight ride, by Sarah Palin.