Woof cookies!
Ralph!
Wretch.
We missed the simple and timeless “throw up”.
When our little ones would spit up (by the way, “spit up” is on the official tally) we called it “cheese”. Especially if there was milk drunk recently. (Oops! We need the cheese rag! Soupo’s cheesing again. Etc.)
Rue, darling, please promise me you’ll never procreate.
Praying at the porcelain alter.
It’s certainly porcelain and Lord knows you are definately praying…[sub]SweetJesusjustletmedienowIswearIwillneverdrinkagainOhGaaawwwddd…[/sub]
Barf
Shouting for Huey
Yak
Regurgitate
Yarf.
It just SOUNDS like it!
Very onamatopoetic (sp?)
in my school’s slang, “Blagh”
ya know, “omigawdi’mgonnablagh… BBBBBLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH”
And let’s not forget taking a trip to… to… EUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUROPE!
Esprix
Bad news, Sweetheart. Both Soupo and Katcha are my biological legacies. (See “cheese”) I have hopped off the Procreation Train since Katcha’s unveiling, though.
-Rue (Surgically altered to suit your needs.)
** Rue (Surgically altered to suit your needs.) **
Oo. Needs. Oo. Entertaining.
Mind you, I had made it into your erotic-dream thread and that was already rather entertaining in its own right.
One question remains - by surgically altered, do you mean schnipped? Or transgendered…?
::: runs away, laughing hysterically :::
E.
Well, I ain’t RoboTonker, Elenfair. Just the supply system got disconnected, nothing too outré.
-Rue. (who has had his scrotum shaved by a professional.)