No. You’ve always been a Lardbutt. Bandit.
Not with only 3 syllables in the last line. It would have been *so *easy to fix, though, by simply adding “dumbass” or “lardbutt”, though.
Hey, OP: You know how it works. If there’s a name you don’t want to be called, don’t dare let anyone else know about it. Or else that’s all you’ll ever be called. Got it, butt bandit?
What’s wrong with being stoned with popcorn?
It’s certainly healthier than being stoned with a bag of doritos or a pizza or something. Why, back in my younger days when I got stoned, there was nothing I liked better than a good, fresh batch of popcorn to alleviate the munchies.
< rim-shot >
:: flees ::
I can’t wait for the pie-eating contest: Lard-ass! Lard-ass! Lard-ass!
Punk.
I trump your haiku with a double-dactyl.
Smiling Bandit
Lard-ass extrordinare
Wrote a short rant
In the forum GQ
When it was transfered
To m-psims, by SamClem
In a new pit thread
Quoth the bandit, “Fuck you”
There once was a fatso named Bandit
Who had a real question and asked it
He posted his query
But Samclem said “Dear me”
“This blubber’s so dumb that I’ll move it”
Great Og, what have I done? :eek:
Thank you all for a fine bit of amusement this Saturday morning.
Anyone else think it would be awesome if a mod moved this thread to GQ just for shits and giggles?
Ho ho ho ho.
I feel like living dangerously, Counselor. I may threaten to bop you later. Not right now, you understand. Right now I’m only threatening to threaten you.
Clear and cunctated danger!
Not to steer this back to GQ land or anything, but those countries make much more money smuggling equivelent sized packages of heroin than they would smuggling hashish.
To add to my dangerousness, I hereby announce that, if and only if I threaten to threaten to bop Oakminster, and then actually threaten to bop him, and then bop him, I will next threaten to bop you. In other words I am threatening to threaten to threaten to threaten to bop you.
I think. I’m too lazy to count.
Clear and cunctated and conditional danger!
Yikes :eek:
Though considering the last time you threatened me, it involved flaming flying-monkey poo, I reckon I’d rather be bopped.
What do you think he’s threatening to threaten to bop you with?
Having given up my aspirations to conquer the Earth, I no longer have access to genetically engineered winged flame-breathing venom-spewing cyborg howler monkeys. I thought about relocating them to the Savage Land, or possibly Narnia, but upon reflection I thought it best to let them out into the world as large so that other people could clean up my mess. I mean, they’re still programmed to leave ME alone.
Rut-roh. Well, in the event I get bopped with flaming flying monkey poo, will someone please remember to feed my cat while I recover?
Could be worse. He could be threatening to “MMMBop” you, which consists of planting insidious earworms in your brain.