Yeah some people in Cambodia can't settle for anything. Capitalist pig.

An unfulfilled capitalist pig is a funny thing to beholden. *chomp* *chomp*

...as I blurt out gibberish while eating a Marie Callendars frozen dinner.

It is true what they say about westerners. They eat incredibly unhealthy shit. Good thing I'm from Texas.

Mr. Knox. Now come now. Come now.
You don't have to be so dumb now....

Try to say this, Mr. Knox, please....

Through three cheese trees three free fleas flew.
While these fleas flew, freezy breeze blew.
Freezy breeze made these three trees freeze.
Freezy trees made these trees' cheese freeze.
That's what made these three free fleas sneeze.

Stop it! Stop it!
That's enough, sir.
I can't say such silly stuff, sir.

Very well, then, Mr. Knox, sir.

Let's have a little talk about tweetle beetles....

What do you know about tweetle beetles? Well...

When tweetle beetles fight,
it's called a tweetle beetle battle.

And when they battle in a puddle,
it's a tweetle beetle puddle battle.

AND when tweetle beetles battle with paddles in a puddle,
they call it a tweetle beetle puddle paddle battle.

AND...

When beetles battle beetles in a puddle paddle battle
and the beetle battle puddle is a puddle in a bottle...
...they call this a tweetle beetle bottle puddle paddle battle muddle.

AND...

When beetles fight these battles in a bottle with their paddles
and the bottle's on a poodle and the poodle's eating noodles...
...they call this a muddle puddle tweetle poodle beetle noodle
bottle paddle battle.

AND...

Now wait a minute, Mr. Socks Fox!

When a fox is in the bottle where the tweetle beetles battle
with their paddles in a puddle on a noodle-eating poodle,
THIS is what they call...

...a tweetle beetle noodle poodle bottled paddled
muddled duddled fuddled wuddled fox in socks, sir!

You should include a link if you're not going to make the effort of folding a reference into something worth reading.

I'm just impressed at the alliteration. Was that intentional or did you just get on a roll? :laughing:

I forgot to close my garage last night, and the little ****ers downstairs stole my BT headphones I won at tags a while back. They were still in the package and sitting on my toolbox. There's a lot of other things that could have been taken, motorcycle, bikes, tools, PA system, keyboard amp, and a bunch of other **** that wasn't touched. This is how I know they took it, since they don't have the balls to steal anything of real value. Little ****ers. Grrrrrr...

You gonna get your **** back? The opportunity to intimidate children should never be ignored.

There will be some form of interrogation, yes. It might even have been one of their little dudebro friends walking by, but I know it's someone from that little den of delinquency.