I know what you mean, the damned thing is 2 feet tall and I find myself running away from it at least once every time I go over there, looking sheepish and feeling like a bitch. It's bound and determined to make a non-smoker out of me. (Note: Throwing lit cigarettes at it is ineffective as well; the cursed beast feels no pain.)
When murder is out of the question, it severly limits what you can do to that *ahem* cock. He's worse than Badass the Duck. That little fucker was humorous, Jeff's "fowl" beast is dangerous.
In short, I'm glad someone else understands why that fucking overgrown salad topper is my arch-nemesis.
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I know what you mean, the damned thing is 2 feet tall and I find myself running away from it at least once every time I go over there, looking sheepish and feeling like a bitch. It's bound and determined to make a non-smoker out of me. (Note: Throwing lit cigarettes at it is ineffective as well; the cursed beast feels no pain.)
When murder is out of the question, it severly limits what you can do to that *ahem* cock. He's worse than Badass the Duck. That little fucker was humorous, Jeff's "fowl" beast is dangerous.
In short, I'm glad someone else understands why that fucking overgrown salad topper is my arch-nemesis.
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"training pays off" indeed :)
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That was hilarious and well-written.
(my friend Maria wrote that) :)
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i hate that fucking rooster too. he is evil and constantly scheming.
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