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are we back onto the Jurassic Park thing again?
Yes, I’m a big fan of Jurassick humor…
I’m going to have to use that pun on a future post. Try to forget I mentioned it.
mentioned what?
Perfect.
Thank. but I already know this.
But I’m sure you can’t hear it too often.
Never. Being dinosaur hot never gets old.
Jurassexy.
It’s all in the legs, dontcha know.
T-Rex was all leg. Sexiest dinosaur ever, according to a survey in Maxim magazine.
I only read the articles. Found porn, of course.
Of course.
Not boobs, though. They do not a thing for me.
I don’t think I’ve ever really used mine.
You have boobs? That is gnarly.
All cartoons have boobs. Little known fact. Dick Tracey tried to keep it a secret.
Get out! What other great cartoon secrets are there, or would telling me mean you would have to kill me?
Oh, I wouldn’t kill you, though telling you our secrets would definitely put me on the “erase” list.
We can’t have that. Who the fuck would I banter with? Sad face.
The Banter Fairy.
She doesn’t exist. I accidentally ran her over the other night, on my way to buy some weed.
I hear that’s what happened to Santa Claus, too.
Santa doesn’t exist, quo.
Only because you ran him over.
Is that why I have fruitcake on my tires?
No, that was when you hit Tiny Tim.
Fucking tulips and fruitcake. I should have known. Now I have an awful case of the icks.
You sound surprised. I could have sworn it was intentional because you find him so repulsive. Are you telling me it was an accident? If so, lucky accident for you.
Santa got in the way. I had no choice.
Two birds with one stone, as it were.
I said, and I quote, ” You got two seconds to get the hell out of the way, old man.”
“And tell Tiny Tim he’s got one.”
The sound of his voice screaming was music to my ears.
I’m going to hell, aren’t I?
Nope, running over Tiny Tim was a one-way ticket to Heaven. Nothing you can do will mess it up now.
In that case, drinks are on me.
Not to mention the pieces of Tiny Tim that are on you as well.
What was that? I was eating my Dorito’s. Nom Nom Nom.
Cretin.
Sweet talk will get you nowhere. Ooo, a crumb.
This seems all too familiar. It’s like deja vu, but with me getting the short end of the stick. I’ll call it deja view from the other side.
Now perhaps next time you have a pumpkin cheesecake, you will share, hmm?
I’m not going to share it. I’m going to give it all to you.
Then here. I saved some of the Dorito leavings for you. I can turn away if you want to lick the bag.
No thanks. I licked the inside of the bag earlier while you weren’t looking. Licked the chips, too.
Funny, I licked them before you did. Now we have shared saliva, but not in the usual fun way.
I licked them at the factory.
I licked the corn.
You licked my corns? Gross.
You have corns? Gross.
Well played.
Thank you quo.
grrrrrrr…………………..:)
It would be more like “ROOAAARRRRR!”
We should publish some of these here comment threads, for they are freaking sweeeeet.
Agreed. ’bout time for another collaboration.
Yes, now that I am behaving myself properly.
I’m a muse I’m a muse.