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PoochKums, I have some more advice for you to get passed your sissydom
wussy state.
This advice, I give you today in this post, PoochKums, is the best
yet.
Okay, here's what you got to do, Poochie....
Take your bicycle down to Country Buffet, and take it in the
restaurant with you to eat.
Sit in a booth, and put the bicycle on the other side sitting facing
you, and if anyone confronts you start singing "I'm a whee whee
******, I'm a whee whee ****** and I love pink popsicles", whee whee
being like urine and going pody.
If the management comes out to tell you to take the bicycle outside,
immediately say "one minute sir" and then kindly grab the bicycle like
you are going to abide, then start riding the bicycle up & down the
aisles of the restaurant...
If the manager asks you what you're doing, you tell him you're on
steak sauce patrol and making sure that there are some A-1 steak sauce
bottles in the restaurant.
If they dart towards you, PoochKums, and try to grab you and throw you
from the premises, tell them you are trying to keep your woman boobies
healthy and plump, and then start to spread some pink frosting on your
rear rotar, from that awesome cake they have with pink frosting, which
I don't know what flavor it is. This will make the bike fearless then
alls we have to do is work on you, Poochie...
If they threaten to call the police, threaten them back and tell them
you're going to destroy them with a barrage of gobstoppers like you
were a column of howitzers in a war.
If they persist to threaten you, tell them you have a platoon of
heavily armed penguins and pelicans outside, waiting for your call to
rampage to premises and eat the food.
And then tell them about your G.I. Joe dolls with pink bootys and pink
machine guns, I think they'll realize they've been outgunned and leave
you alone... and you can continue dining with Monkeysuck.
Oh, hey, don't forget to take a magic marker and draw a face on the
bottom of the crank housing, you know, a mouth, some eyes, a nose, and
pretend the crank arms and pedals are his ears. Then feed the mouth..
heh heh, if you pull this off PoochKums, you're ready to ride Dakota
Ridge instead of hike a bike it.
wussy state.
This advice, I give you today in this post, PoochKums, is the best
yet.
Okay, here's what you got to do, Poochie....
Take your bicycle down to Country Buffet, and take it in the
restaurant with you to eat.
Sit in a booth, and put the bicycle on the other side sitting facing
you, and if anyone confronts you start singing "I'm a whee whee
******, I'm a whee whee ****** and I love pink popsicles", whee whee
being like urine and going pody.
If the management comes out to tell you to take the bicycle outside,
immediately say "one minute sir" and then kindly grab the bicycle like
you are going to abide, then start riding the bicycle up & down the
aisles of the restaurant...
If the manager asks you what you're doing, you tell him you're on
steak sauce patrol and making sure that there are some A-1 steak sauce
bottles in the restaurant.
If they dart towards you, PoochKums, and try to grab you and throw you
from the premises, tell them you are trying to keep your woman boobies
healthy and plump, and then start to spread some pink frosting on your
rear rotar, from that awesome cake they have with pink frosting, which
I don't know what flavor it is. This will make the bike fearless then
alls we have to do is work on you, Poochie...
If they threaten to call the police, threaten them back and tell them
you're going to destroy them with a barrage of gobstoppers like you
were a column of howitzers in a war.
If they persist to threaten you, tell them you have a platoon of
heavily armed penguins and pelicans outside, waiting for your call to
rampage to premises and eat the food.
And then tell them about your G.I. Joe dolls with pink bootys and pink
machine guns, I think they'll realize they've been outgunned and leave
you alone... and you can continue dining with Monkeysuck.
Oh, hey, don't forget to take a magic marker and draw a face on the
bottom of the crank housing, you know, a mouth, some eyes, a nose, and
pretend the crank arms and pedals are his ears. Then feed the mouth..
heh heh, if you pull this off PoochKums, you're ready to ride Dakota
Ridge instead of hike a bike it.
