Didn’t you know I have a beverage here?
Is it shaken, not stirred?
What’s the difference? Doesn’t it taste the same?
Tastes like chicken, wouldn’t it?
Doesn’t everything taste like chicken?
What does chicken taste like?
How could a strict vegan answer such a revolting, immoral question? :mad:
Who cares what vegans think?
You don’t converse with yo mama too often, do ya?
But didn’t I converse with yo mama last night while sharing an intimate moment?
Why would you expect me to know anything about your “intimate moments”?
What are you intimating?
Jeez, can’t you tell?
Tell what?
Well, you asked what Ambivald was intimating, didn’t you?
What if I did?
Do you really want your mother to know you’ve been looking at my intimates?
Who’s been looking at inmates?
Are the inmates throwing intimidating looks at your intimates?
Do you think you can intimidate me?