whats up with this seriously mary-kate and alex olson

[Bipsmound]

Sven, tell the paperboy to quit neglecting his duties:

That obstacle course isn't gonna run itself.

What did you guys talk about?  I was talking to my paperboy this morning about how you can drown yourself to death with a glass of water.  All you have to do is chugalug while you yawn and it goes into your lungs AND YOU DIE!

[sven thorkel]

we were just discussing the neighborhood. mrs.. peterson got a new cat, which is good cause she has taken the loss of her son to lung drowning pretty hard. those damn kids with super soakers these days, you never know when ones gonna hit you right in the mouth, and by golly it might even be when your yawning. on the bright side, the pedleton sisters will be having a bake sale on friday so if you wanna kick off your weekend with some delicious sweets, come down to the community center 

[Bipsmound]

Hey, I was getting some gummy worms at the 7-11 yesterday and Fetus, that no-good neighbourhood rascal, told me he had a plan sneak some marijuana, or "mary jane" as called it, into the Pedleton sisters' prize winning brownies!  I don't know what would happen to everybody if they ate them, they might go crazy!  Mr. Henderchuck has a heart condition!  Fetus told me that if I told on him, he was gonna take a poo in my mom's flower garden.  What should I do?   

[sven thorkel]

I say you save the community and expose that nefarious doer that is fetus. if he holds true on his  revenge, come july, your sweet mother may have some of the best petunias on this side of the mississippi. ronald holten, the florist down on warner and main, once told me that poo is a good fertilizer. i almost blew my bucket lid when i heard that little tid bit of information. anywho, if some of that marijuana gets in the brownies im sure the whole town will go into mayhem. i know that because i know that everyone in town will have a fair share of the pedleton's county famous brownies. plus, i bet your dear old mother margaret will catch fetus in the act and give him quite the swift kicking to his corybungus

[Guile]

ahahhah bum clapper

[Bipsmound]

I say you save the community and expose that nefarious doer that is fetus. if he holds true on his  revenge, come july, your sweet mother may have some of the best petunias on this side of the mississippi. ronald holten, the florist down on warner and main, once told me that poo is a good fertilizer. i almost blew my bucket lid when i heard that little tid bit of information. anywho, if some of that marijuana gets in the brownies im sure the whole town will go into mayhem. i know that because i know that everyone in town will have a fair share of the pedleton's county famous brownies. plus, i bet your dear old mother margaret will catch fetus in the act and give him quite the swift kicking to his corybungus

How did you know my deer sweet Mumbaclaat was named Margaret.  Do you have cryztal ballz? 

I have it on good information from Mr. Dennison, the grocer, that Ronald the florist is a fecalfeliac.  I heard Mr. Dennison having a chat with my pappy about how old Ronald went off his rocker and smeared up his store somethin fierce.  Because of that, my Mumbaclaat is super scared of turd blossoms.  If Fetus goes for the dumpage, she might faint.  I might set up some boobage traps to keep Fetus's corybungus out of the flower patch.

[sven thorkel]

make sure your boobage traps dont involve sprinklers. when mikhail robervich and fetus went to japan to compete in the street fighter 2 world championships, fetus wouldn't leave the bathroom because of his obsession with the bidet. homie almost missed his fight with tamagotchi hitchurio. by giving him that splash to the back hatch he might be reminded of his favorite week and plant his seed in the garden

[damian]

oh dear, there hasn't been this much hysteria around since rupert charles tried to feed his dog dope for his science fair project. they made that poor boy and his mudkips up and leave straight for the valley.  that boy's father made a fine chili too, they grew their own produce. grown with love and obedience. i miss them.