Originally Posted by DixieGal
Hold yer own darned football, you bald headed excuse for a baseball pitcher in a yellow bumblebee outfit, whining at my pshryiatry booth every time Linus hits on you and your manhood falters, stupider than yer dog and his little bird too. Where's my darned nickel?
I eat Great Pumpkins for Thanksgiving! (Strides across the world crying havoc against the puny humans who quake in her wake, raining down heck on all who oppose her, bringing payback to the gods in their lofty towers, she stretches out her flabby but mighty arms and scatters doom upon all nations...)
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