Things I don't like that don't exist....

[Dookus]

Cheese bubbles
Mynah chickens
Norwegian pineapples
Towel urine
Speaker hats
Whale autobiographies
Gin & Clamato cocktails
Porcelain condoms
Digital flan
Bus-sized ladybugs

[POed_Ex_Repub]

1. Oooh... Oooh... I've got a few

Barking Spiders
Bigfoot
Unicorns
Santa Claus... (He looks creepy)
The Loch Ness Monster
WMD's in Iraq... Oops, did I type that out loud?

[Dookus]

2. hrm...

I've sensed the presence of barking spiders. I think they exist. At least that's what my dad used to tell me.

[rucky]

3. Compassionate Conservatives

[Dookus]

4. aha...

but if they existed, I'd probably like 'em

[moof]

5. just a few,

deities

missing out on dookus's congratulation thread for 5555 posts.

astrology

psychics

the 43 president

the comedy of carrot top, jim cary & adam sandler

[Dookus]

7. well yer a darlin'

but astrology, psychics, a 43rd President AND the alleged comedy of Carrot Top et.al. all exist.

report for your spanking

[moof]

10. Point Of Order

none of these really rise to the level being of debateable

but here at the moof hut there is a slight difference of opinion as to

which approach you will take if asked to defend your premise that a

43rd president of the united states really exists.

If you care to humor a devoted, save somewhat dissappointed in light

of your recent shame, fan, please entreat us all with the tortured

logic which has left you to conclude such an outlandish untrueism.

"May you never dine on crow or be served by cannibals for supper"


p.s. well the thought here was to ask if a tounge lashing could suffice inlieu of a spanking butt that might get out of hand
so pretend it's just a timeout instead.

[Dookus]

11. well.....

given my exposure to excess amount of rumpelmintz, I can only take a guess as to what you really mean.

It APPEARS that you're saying "hoochie-coochie fody-oh-do", but a reasonable person might blame the schnapps for such an interpretation.

That being said, I would posit you're a weenie-doodle-head with anticular and flumiferous tendencies. But I'm not a professional, so you should check with a financial adviser.

Abalone snackbar! Frack!

[moof]

14. Damning with faint raisins !

Oh well any flattery is better than a poke in

the eye with an overinflated balloon.

BTW a decent perrier with your portugal inquistion ploy was even less

expected than it's better known spanish subcountertop part,

of course there was no need to tell you that.

Also did you really think you could bait moof with that crack

about our sea outter pals ?


Edit because one of the misspellings was incorrect

[Dookus]

16. well, if you wanna flay that tame...

You can suck my duck, who by the way is called Byron, and if it weren't for his egg-laying ability, I would consider a female if it weren't for my aversion to the word "drake" which has unlikeable reminiscenses to daytime dramas.

And when we really get down to it, firewood is NOT an appropriate sexual outlet. But I suspect you already knitted that.

[moof]

19. all your base is a Seinfeld episode ?

Who is fooling who ha ?

First it is blow your duck, as suck is merely a figure of speech.

Second as long as Byron can talk what difference does it make
if he bombs with the material you write for him.

Third , you hate the Drake, well aren't you quite the faithful
fifth wheel bandwagoneer.
The evening comedy VS daytime drama gambit is beneath reproach.

Forth, To be perfectly clear it was not moof that keyed the note
or carryed the the chord nor wood there be any confusion as to the
positioning of said wood should the give & take of the interaction
come to that end assuming of course an opening of that nature presented itself.

In conclusion you got another think comin if you think you can stuff your drake in a crate with a few other ducks & pass it off as a box of quackers.

" May you never dine on crow or be served by cannibals for supper "

[Dookus]

26. oh cheeze,

don't seive me that trap.

you're globulously a flatulous smackmop. I can't balleen I'm even tasting my rhyme gargling with you. Crud Bay, Sir!

[moof]

27. Sir !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That was not below the belt so much as above the ankles.

The abundant fondness for all things Canadian notwithstanding,

moof has no use for royality in any way shape or form and am not now

or ever been knighted and and ... if it were so, with the advent of

the newest inductee who shall remain nameless & overrated, it would be

moof's pleasure to recind the adornment post haste.

As Richard Feynman once said " I don't do epaulettes "

[Rocinante]

6. Ok

Ghosts. Wait a minute I've actually seen ghosts. Nevermind.

[Dookus]

8. those weren't ghosts...

they were possums!

[Rocinante]

9. LOL

:hi:

[liberalpress]

12. Gin & Clamato cocktails

actually do exist...I've got enough for one more...interested?

[Dookus]

13. No,,..

if such a thing exists, I prefer to remain ignorant of it.

[WannaJumpMyScooter]

15. WTF is wrong with gin and clamato?

I happen to like that.

[Dookus]

17. What's wrong with it?

1) gin
2) clamato

[WannaJumpMyScooter]

18. Ah, so the vermouth is okay? Well, that is 30%....

can't have everything, can we?

[FDRrocks]

20. Okay hecklers!

-Jar Jar Binks, the annoying star wars asshole


----empty space for clarity-----

:)

-my hag of an ex wife
-that uninsured asshole who rear ended my 2004 BMW last week
-my totaled 2004 BMW that I just took out a plan for and now have to pay off
-my current used 1996 Neon
-the neighbors cat that crawls in my window and rips off my toenails everynight
-that pill they made that causes people to become werewolfs for weeks at a time, wtf man

Goddamnit!

[moof]

21. clarification please, OOHH

Is this right ? You don't like your hag of an ex wife,

that doesn't exist but her name Jar Jar Binks and

you cheated on Jar Jar with some woman named Clarity who

you still feel an empty without ?

[FDRrocks]

22. lol no those two are seperate n/t

[Dookus]

23. I'm confused....

you married a woman named Jarjar? Why?

What did you stand to gain?

[FDRrocks]

24. *sigh*

Stick a fork in me, I'm done. :)

[moof]

25. come on FDR confess

yuo got set up on a blind date thinking that being from another country

Jar Jar was Gungan for jug jugs and after you met, well the long

toungue and cute accent won you over.