There, there, big nose. It’ll be all right.
And I will NOT argue with you.
The toilet paper goes up and over the top.
I know you are but what am I?
If you want an arguement from me, you will have to pay at least double that amount… so you only get a contradiction.
And the asswipe goes out the BOTTOM of the roll if you own cats.
.
There you go, using one of MY favorite lines.* I * was PeeWees favorite.
No, you weren’t!
Oh yeah… well you’re…
you’re…
…Canadian.
Nuh-uh!
Hi, Opal!
I burning your argument!
Oooooooh… I’m tellin’!
Ludovic is burning arguments again.
and
Daithi Lacha is a big fathead stinky poop Canadian liar! She knows I’m Pee’s (yeah I even have a special nickname for him) favorite.
jali that’s just disgusting, bragging you’re the favorite of pee.
All of you, go to your rooms! You all need a timeout.
Don’t you call my husband “Big Nose”!
;j
(singsong): I’m rubber you’re glue
Bounces off me and sticks to you.
newcrasher, you are not as famous as you claim to be. In fact, I think you are a big liar.
::wiggles fingers from nose and goes phhhhhlllpptt!::
Well, if you’re friends of pee, then you’re a friend of me.
(((((((Ludovic))))))) Nice to meet a new friend.
I just don’t really wanna…
… you know…
…shake…
…hands.
Well, this argument is just what I would expect from someone who, um, argues the way you do. Oh yeah? Well, you’re no better than the Nazis were in…
ohshit…
Okay; I lose that argument. Damn.
In Soviet Russia, argue someones with you!
Oh, dear. I don’t think that worked in this case… :o
“Can’t we all just get along?” Heh. 