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Did you just fart?
No, but thank you for asking.
Well, in keeping with the toilet humor topic, it was the least I could do.
I should have said “No, butt thank you for ass-king.”
Ah, that was the response I was hoping for.
Sorry about that. I just woke up.
I understand. I am not fully awake yet myself. I am just better at quips.
But I’m better at quops.
Quips and quops. No wonder our banter is always so entertaining.
It sounds like a horse trotting on cobblestone…quip, quop, quip, quop, quip, quop…
It does. That was an excellent quop, by the way. The coffee must be working.
It always does.
Nectar of the Gods, fo shizzle.
True dat, Snoop.
I didn’t know you were bilingual. It’s rare to find someone else that is well versed in G-funk.
I learned G-funk from old Parliament P-funk. “Make my funk the P-funk, I wants to get funked up.”
Yo.
I always thought it went, ” Makes my shit the chronic, I wants to gets fucked up.”
-Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre is a sissy compared to George Clinton. Perhaps we’ve stumbled upon our next debate…P-funk vs. G-funk. P-funk will win obviously.
That has yet to be determined, quo. This debate will also be highly indicative as to whom is older. Neener neener, homey.
Don’t forget, you’re much older than me if we count backwards.
That makes absolutely no sense. If we counted backwards, I would be the first back in the womb, home skillet.
Oh, contraire. If we count backwards from 100, there are less numbers to my age than yours, therefore you are older (have more numbers) than me. It makes complete sense if you think backwards.
This has made my head hurt, I am awful with calculations. It’s easier to just say you have more grey hairs than me, and be done with it. Word.
Word.
I suppose you think your super freaky.
Super freaky yow.
Yow indeed.
By the way quo, thanks for visiting Merbearland.
I need to get over there more often. Studying for the bar is keeping me busy.
I can imagine. I forget you are mucho intelligent.
It’s easy for me to forget as well.
Not like you to be so self depreciating.
I’m experimenting with it.
Well stop. It’s not becoming at all.
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