For the record, I, ToasterBud, killed the school bully.
I’ve got issues.
For the record, I, ToasterBud, killed the school bully.
I’ve got issues.
I wanted to be pudding, or a sock, but nooooooo, I got to be the apple (that’s the last time I load my hovercraft with cheesecake).
And everybody knows the first person to kill is a Republican–aren’t all the rest on the list bound to be Republicans?
I thought most of them were the same person.
Yep. I’m a sock. A SOCK! The description is fairly accurate, though. I feel lost sometimes when I am alone.
Why a sock? I mean I haev nothing against socks.
I’d just rather not be labeled as one.
Oh man, I’m a sock! And I never imagined that I was.
I killed the televangelist and yet I am a toaster.
Salut! Dasvedanya! Here’s mud in your eye!
Well, at least I kind of like tapioca pudding . . .
sigh
I’m tapioca pudding. I think it’s because I answered "Your SO leaves you for your brother with “Ha ha ha! That’s a good one”. Deeply unfair. Anyone who’s met my bother will know that I’m not having delusions of grandeur.
I am also tapioca pudding, which is interesting since tapioca pudding is one of very few foods that I absolutely, unconditionally, not-on-your-life refuse to eat.
A SOCK?!
I am not!!!
I’ve been zoogirl ever since I first laid eyes on this board! How dare they!
Why, I would never–I mean it’s ILLEGAL and all! Well, I’m just OFFENDED, ya know?!
Hmmm? What’s that? Not that kind of sock?
oh…
zoogirl blushes bright red and slinks away…
Another pudding here.
This thread is fillin’ up fast with tapioca, ain’t it?
Killed the televangelist. Apple.
I killed the Republican, stole the Batmobile, and stuffed my Hovercraft full of sex toys while wearing dark colors.
That makes me…tapioca pudding. I resent being called simple, though I do have delusions of grandeur and I am pretty sweet.
I think you’ll find the lyrics are in fact “I am a sock, I am a nyyyyy-lon…”
Oh. I’m a curling stone.
I am a tape dispenser …
I could have been a curling stone, tapioca pudding, a sock, an apple, a pocket calculator, a toaster, or a dreidel.
and that snappy little code they gave me, DOESN’T WORK.
I guess us pocket calculators really ARE different. Nyah nyah nyah na na (I suspect it’s because my hovercraft is full of wombats.)
I am another tapioca pudding.
Is there anyone out there who would want to eat me?
Another Tape Dispenser here!
“People often take me for granted. I try hard to please, in my own special way.”
Uh, just because I wanted to kill the school bully?!?!?
I’m a tape dispenser!
I, too am a curling stone. I guess we curling stones have it in for those fascist dictators.