The thread for the people who do not asslick Gonzo and Codi!

What about those who asslick Heartless_Name?

What about those who asslick Bonhomme de Carnival :loco:

@fetzer
that is what? pretty much everyone?

Immortal craving causing pain,
envy falls from the sky like rain,
Jealous soaks the streets,
it beads on me and I can't breath!

He can't help it if he's loveable? :lol:

Exactly. :D

there is a difference between a friendship and asslicking! If yo uare referring to me, I never say that Heartless_Name is a legend, or that's great or bla bla but alot of people here say that kind of things to gonzo :zzz:

Yeh, I agree. Btw, Marcio is a great friend, and I can't wait to chill with this guy again :headbang: Plus we work at the same company too so +1

Heartless isn't legend, but he has fantastic hair and eyes that are to die for, in his defense.

haet </3
 
+1 or -1? :lol: those fuckers called at my cellphone at 2 AM to tell me they absolutely needed someone for 6 AM the same day LOL, I just came back ¬¬

Fucking CUNTS! :lol: I know dude I had a very bad night last night too and now I gotta do it all over again! :mad: Let's burn down our stores in protest :p
 
I contantly rob the mac's milk near me, the employees are dumb :(
I could probably get away with taking those shitty $50 gift card things or whatever.
 
Spaking of cereal!
Therapist: It&#8217;s nice to see everybody here. Who would like to begin?

Sonny the Cuckoo: Well, I would just like to say that I stopped hanging around with Toucan Sam, and I haven&#8217;t touched a Cocoa Puff since May 3rd.

Therapist: Three weeks sober. Congratulations! (all applaud) How does that feel?
Sonny the Cuckoo: There&#8217;s a ringing in my ears, and it feels like termites are eating me alive from the inside.

Trix Rabbit: Be strong, Sonny. I know what it&#8217;s like to be a slave to cravings.

Captain Crunch: Silly Rabbit&#8230;

Trix Rabbit: What did you say?

Therapist: All right, we&#8217;re all friends here &#8211;

Trix Rabbit: No. Say it to my face!

Therapist: This is a circle of trust! Now, Rabbit, have you sat the kids down and opened the lines of communication towards a mutually beneficial negotiation?

Trix Rabbit: All they understand is Red No. 7, Yellow No. 5&#8230;

Therapist: Then it sounds like you have to look out for No. 1.

(mumbles of understanding)

Cookie Crisp Crook: I don&#8217;t see why you don&#8217;t just pinch it from the little bastards.

Parole Officer: Keep it up. I&#8217;m taking notes.

Lucky the Leprechaun: That&#8217;s the kind of attitude that encourages kids to steal from me.

Therapist: How does that make you feel?

Lucky the Leprechaun: Ashamed. Flabbergasted. It&#8217;s like they&#8217;re the smartest kids in the world.

Captain Crunch: Either that, or you&#8217;re just the stupidest f***ing leprechaun.

Therapist: Mr. Crunch, you&#8217;re out of line.

Captain Crunch: CAPTAIN!

Trix Rabbit: Yeah, like he&#8217;s ever really been in the military.

Sonny the Cuckoo: I need a hit&#8230;

Therapist: What?

Snap: Looks like

Crackle: Somebody&#8217;s off

Pop: The wagon!

Therapist: Snap, Crackle and Pop, we&#8217;ve talked about ganging up on others. You need to find your individual voices.

Wendel the Chef (to Snap, Crackle and Pop): What the hell are you guys, anyway?

Therapist: Wendel, you look awfully bitter.

Wendel: It&#8217;s the taste you can see.

Therapist: Does this stem from your relationship with the Frosted Mini Wheat?

Wendel: I think he&#8217;s bi-polar.

Trix Rabbit: It could be worse. You could work for Raisin Bran.

(The Raisin Bran Sun peeks in through the curtains.)

Raisin Bran Sun: I&#8217;ll scoop both of your eyes out.

Therapist: And Tony, how are the anti-depressants working out?

Tony the Tiger: They&#8217;re Grrrrreat!

Lucky (whispering to Trix Rabbit): He&#8217;s over-medicated.

Sonny the Cuckoo (diving into a bowl of Cocoa Puffs): I&#8217;m cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs!

(Toucan Sam comes tumbling out of the closet, his beak covered in blood and cocaine.)

Toucan Sam: Follow your nose!

(He flies into the ceiling fan. An explosion of feathers.)

Count Chocula: I vant my money back.
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