The Elves, Smurfette is a very talented fellatrix.
Smurfs.
Elves are armed.
I shot some Smerrows into the air. They fell to Earth; I know not where.
“Dear Penthouse, you’ll never believe what happened to me during a recent visit to the Smurf village…”
Either are fine on their own, but those outrageous mixed breed Smelves and Elurfs, depending on paternity, are the ones I (rightfully) distain. Not quite blue but not a normal flesh tone, ears elongated but yet rounded - urgh!
Smurfs. I loathe smurfs. I have been bitching about them my whole life. Smurf them.
Anecdote! …my mom dropped a big Smurf cake off for me at school for my 8th(?) grade birthday. During lunch. In front of everyone. Just to screw with me. My mom is a dick! Most kids probably would have been mortified but that’s how we roll. It was pretty funny.
Why be bigoted. There’s plenty of perfectly good reasons to hate on an individual basis that covers most Smurfs, Elves, Welsh, and all other bipedal humanoid groups
No more Welsh jokes, please. I gave my word to stop, which to my mind includes not encouraging others to make them.
This is the worst Gargamel impersonation ever…
…it’s “Oooh, I HATE Smurfs!”
Nassty Smurfses…
He gets his Smerrows wholesale.
I don’t know who I hate more, zombie elves or zombie smurfs.
Does this include the elves that made my Christmas toys when I was a young girl? If so then, no question about it, the smurfs have got to go.