I can see you have constructed a new light sabre, go back to Mars, take ye flask wit ye, feels so much better wit em pints, tell mom I can paddle on ma own now!


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Mittwoch, Juli 05, 2006

murder the ducks

fourth o'july duke, shoulda been born first but a guess ma father's got the the earlier reservation for this date good thing i remembered shoulda been ma burthday, otherwise. so a give the greatest historian in the world a call goin', tat? what again is the capital city of scottlandyard happy burthday tat! ya'w fath'uhs laughin go'n, son! a killed two ducks t'day! hahaaaah! yeah?! ya wen'tout huntin' again tat? naaaw, aws eyein' on 'em geese son, got me carabao's chasin 'em ducks instea'. whateve' fo' tat? whe' ye'at son? wo'k tat! figur why ye ca'? o yea'ts yaw burthday tat! 'ats what son. hey tat? what, son? the whole o'americas's celebrat'n yaw burthday wit ye, tat! naaaw sta't lit'n up 'em fi'works by the time ma day's ove am too tired'n 'bouta sleep ya don' think'a know that do ye? a know, just missin' tat. naaa, whyn't ye come hom' pluck 'em duck feathas ya'll so hate doin'efore! i's got 'em layin hea now 'at heheh! clang'em aw son! ye gotit tat!