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Goober McTuber wrote:

Douchebag wrote:me and elvismonster are going to have a GOOD fucking time and we're going to be fucking DOGS

Hey Cuda, better lock up your poodle.

PSUFAN wrote:Then I'll turn to you, Douchebag, and end this thing. I'm not going to tell you how you're going down. That was my only mistake, before, I was too specific about that. Just know that it will be Painful and Humiliating, and there will be redemptive elements thrown in, in honor of those good fools you've duped along the way. I'll probably be removing the fat from your corpse and dragging it down to the river and tacking it up to cure in the sun, that much I can tell you.

I might make a suggestion here PSUFAN. Since there is going to be at least two or three hundred pounds or so of said fat, you might consider sloughing aside a few quivering slabs of the stuff. Some lye and processing later, and you are in the soap biz my man! Kee-riste, you could wash the stink of the populace of Paris with the first batch alone.

You would have just enough left over to suds the blood and fecal remnants off the double-bubbles of Rumpleforskin's bloated, baby-eating loveblimp.

Now that's a solid use of Doucheblubber.

Last word sent had Douchebag trying to shout marching orders across EM's monolithic forehead.

The Crew has been beaten down, and most of the harm was self-inflicted.

PSUFAN's a BAAAAAAAD man!

IKYABWAI?

I was giving you PROPS, PSUFAN for talking out the trash ERRRR The Crew....enough of the alphabet soup nonsense already. That dead horse has been beaten long enough.

Well, I'm glad you feel that way, Paul

RevLimiter wrote:talking out the trash.

Is this ebonics for saying bad things to your opponent after beating him soundly in some sort of sporting activity?

RevLimiter wrote:....enough of the alphabet soup nonsense already. That dead horse has been beaten long enough.

KFC Paul 3.0: Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this horse what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.

Goober: Oh yes, the, uh, the IKYABWAI...What's,uh...What's wrong with it?

KFC Paul 3.0: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. 'E's dead, that's what's wrong with it!

Goober: No, no, 'e's uh,...he's resting.

KFC Paul 3.0: Look, matey, I know a dead horse when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.

Goober: No no he's not dead, he's, he's restin'! Remarkable horse, the IKYABWAI, idn'it, ay? Beautiful plumage!

KFC Paul 3.0: The plumage don't enter into it. It's stone dead.

Goober: Nononono, no, no! 'E's resting!

etc

....and this JUST in: The Improv still won't call you Goobs. Tough break, Sport.