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The use is a little too good there.
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You remember where we left off at my Dinner with Thebby?
Let's pick it up from where I thudded: Thebby then says---she says......Morty baby!!.....give it to me now! Uh.....uh........................I don't know what to do.I replied. WHAT!!?? I said...........I don't know what to do ....now. My Predator training manual was eaten by squirrels at the very point we are--- now. And so------I'm just sayin'.....I don't know what to do! Boy did she get mad! She sent her filthy animals on me and they chased me out of the house. I heard her calling Hossy on her cell. I laughed. He doesn't know what to do either. |
Who does Mortimer? Who does....
As an aside.... I just got back from Saratoga, and upon my return, was greeted by a gopher.. or ground hog.. (or weasel even perhaps?) in my garage!!! Imagine my shock! Imagine ITS' shock! I think its' visit is connected inexorably to Thebby's birthday........ |
ror!!
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thank you for all of the interesting b-day tributes....I'm behooved.
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That's it?????
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Perhaps my Top 4 list needs rethinking.
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Whudya expect? Roses and Baby Ruth? Ya poach a Lil Ricky song and shove it into Thebby... I mean shove Thebby into it... and think you're gonna make her melt? Tsk, tsk, tsk... Ya better make with i-am-byk pen-tam-eater... and I mean NOW! Chop chop... Ya got less than 10 hours to pen an Eaux'd to Thebby.... and win her heart.... Or I'm gonna dart ya! |
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I grok it a good idea to leave on Thebby's birthday.
In a way---she has birthed me.....and now she expires me. |
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Fucl<in'-aye. :mad: |
Is that what you really want? To break Thebby's heart on her birthday...
You're like Michael Corleone... volunteeering for the Marines with them Japs bombing Pearl Harbor... on Pop's birthday no less! "They didn't it know was Pop's birthday..." Shut up Freddo... You're a Predator... Act like one! Get to work!!! A po-em!!! A po-em that will make the heavens weap!! Or at least burp... |
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Oh my God. ror! The thing is..I don't think she quite feels that way. Plus the way my lucks going both of her parents are teachers. |
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God I ......................I mean layers are ok. |
I am insulted.
You are trailer trash. |
And if trailers had basements...that is where you would live,sir.
You are first degree vermin...and your Mom wears HellsAngels boots. |
^^^ Putting off writing said poem for his loveypoo
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She doesn't like me anymore---in fact she hates me.
Which is why I'm leaving.....she won't dart me. Because she hates me. |
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What?...I thought the fee for her site was..............
....oh my gosh. There goes any chance of a 2nd chance. |
jeez, she is still waiting fer the damn poem....don't cha know.
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Well could be that she will never forgive me for that Dinner With Thebby story.
I only did it to make her dart me.....but because of it she hates me so much she won't dart me. Understand? |
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Hey...you and me. We see it straight up....yup....we do. We're there. |
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HOMIE!! |
A very smart man would have wasted no time in getting the appropriate flowery prose posted for the positively adorable playmate o' da decade
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HAND SALUTE...SIR!! SNAPPY RELEASE! |
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I'm on her ca-ca list and you know it. It was that damn story----shouldn't a done it.....but oh well. But hey!....I'm like Buddy Guy.....AH DON'T CAH! |
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Moving on
I have four friends that would like to meet you Morte. They all have just signed up for the Date a Mort Club
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HELLO!! 2,3,4,1 |
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hunnybun's, I think Morty is a lot of things, but I dont think he's a G. |
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