T1B

What it is, comrade.


How does this evening find you? Well, I hope.

PSUFAN wrote:How does this evening find you?

It simply spreads apart the flabby cinderflaps, and there he is, tongue a-waggin'.

A veritable "little man in the boat," if you will.

I'm doing well. Thanks for asking, comrade-worker.

Dinsdale wrote:

PSUFAN wrote:How does this evening find you?

It simply spreads apart the flabby cinderflaps, and there he is, tongue a-waggin'.

A veritable "little man in the boat," if you will.

Nicely crafted, special-ed.

Besides your mom tying a pork chop around your neck so the dog would play with you, at least you have T1B for the making of friends. Duh-duh-duh-dinsdale.

Martyred wrote:Besides your mom tying a pork chop around your neck so the dog would play with you

AKA "The Story Of How Dinsdale Came To Sire Marty."


Why yes -- that was a cleverly disguised Kansas Cityism, thanks for noticing.

Dinsdale wrote:

Martyred wrote:Besides your mom tying a pork chop around your neck so the dog would play with you

AKA "The Story Of How Dinsdale Came To Sire Marty."

You have sex with animals? Whatever...don't ask, don't tell.

Martyred wrote: You have sex with animals? Whatever...don't ask, don't tell.

This is rich, coming from the Slayer of the Snatch Serpent.

Dinsdale wrote:

Martyred wrote: You have sex with animals? Whatever...don't ask, don't tell.

This is rich, coming from the Slayer of the Snatch Serpent.

That's a battlle I won.

Which is probably more than can be said about your own conflict with your anaemic ego.

Psst - Marty...dude.

Breathe deeply. Pour out something big and peaty.

Tell us of today's travail.

PSUFAN wrote:Psst - Marty...dude.

Breathe deeply. Pour out something big and peaty.

Tell us of today's travail.

You'll have to tune in to tomorrow's "Marty's Minutes".

mvscal wrote: How, exactly, do you define victory in that battle?

Nothing terminal coming from the next visit to the doctor?

mvscal wrote:Personally, I would take a page from Sun-Tzu and define victory by avoiding that battle altogether.

Upon further review, Marty's claim of victory is hollow. Allow me to explain:

Normally, when a midget drops the wood on an uberskank, there's a fortune to be made in the pervert/Moorese internet pron market.

The only fortune garnered from the endeavor was a wealth of internet humor and amateur photoshoppery.

While Darth Denim may have gotten his once-a-decade nut with a female, any claims of "victory" are on par with M2's claims of Kal national championships -- fantasy-based.

So Marty - seems like this pleasant - if legendary - stroll around the floral clock is still being revisited by respectful crowds to this day:


"at this site in the misty early years of the millenium was staged a tryst for the ages. Acid wash, shredded beef, bleached curls, the innocent request for camera help - the empathetic bend of her knees, nearly double...a meeting of the two Western Hemisphere powers was staged. "

One of God's ~sniff~ sweet miracles.


I sense a lot of jealousy in this thread.

Fuck the heart-shaped haytas.