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Post by Aldva on Aug 5, 2008 20:19:06 GMT -5
Not yet! I prefer the thin mints though. Peanut butter cookies are for parrots and thats all I have heard so far. Poo Poo want a cracker?
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Post by monkeybusiness on Aug 8, 2008 17:09:47 GMT -5
Yeah - he will take your cracker and your whole team. Poo Poo told us to make sure that you bring your "A" Game cuz you are gonna need it...hahahaha. Death to the Colonist Bums.
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Post by chowda on Aug 8, 2008 18:42:30 GMT -5
He calls us bums with a name like Poo Poo
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Post by Aldva on Aug 8, 2008 21:02:13 GMT -5
ROFL, I liked that one Monkey!
But alas, we shall be sending your redcoats back across the pond, with a red face like your lil birdie. Have a nice trip, chaps..
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Post by mikeypoopoo on Aug 9, 2008 19:20:25 GMT -5
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Post by VooDoo on Aug 9, 2008 20:45:00 GMT -5
**We fired our muskets 'till the barrels melted down...grabbed an alligator, and we fought another round. Filled his mouth with cannon balls...powdered his behind, and when we touched off his tail...THAT GATOR LOST HIS MIND!
Well we.....
Fired our guns, but the British kept-a-comin'...but there wer'nt as many as there was awhile ago. Fired once more, and they began a-runnin', 'cross the mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico!**
Heeeeee HAAAAaaaaawww!!
O.O o.O O.o
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Post by chowda on Aug 9, 2008 22:00:28 GMT -5
My Southern Brothers have come to support me in the expulsion of the British from this land of opportunity. We will not be denied.
Sorry Mikey but you and your boys gotta go..............buh bye! Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya!
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Post by Waldo on Aug 9, 2008 22:02:59 GMT -5
well said chowda, well said. get ready for a fierce game poopoo
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Post by monkeybusiness on Aug 10, 2008 18:14:13 GMT -5
No Need to say More. Winners NOW and on the 23rd. Sheeessh it will be like taking candy from a baby. Watch out Chowda were ARE coming for ya...[/b][/color]
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Post by ducttape on Aug 10, 2008 20:31:41 GMT -5
taking candy from chowda is easy as he doesnt want the candy. you touch his steak on the other hand and your in trouble
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Post by Aldva on Aug 10, 2008 20:31:49 GMT -5
we know all about your plans.....Our spy even got pictures of your planning session!
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Post by The Majic Feather on Aug 10, 2008 21:48:07 GMT -5
**We fired our muskets 'till the barrels melted down...grabbed an alligator, and we fought another round. Filled his mouth with cannon balls...powdered his behind, and when we touched off his tail...THAT GATOR LOST HIS MIND! Well we..... Fired our guns, but the British kept-a-comin'...but there wer'nt as many as there was awhile ago. Fired once more, and they began a-runnin', 'cross the mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico!** O.O o.O O.o And how old are you Voodoo? The song was out when I was a small Boy !!! ooooaa Young Boy
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Post by mikeypoopoo on Aug 10, 2008 22:03:09 GMT -5
that song was wrote during the revalutioary war and was rewrote in 1964 by jonny horton
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Post by VooDoo on Aug 10, 2008 22:32:33 GMT -5
....an AMERICAN!
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Post by pickle on Aug 10, 2008 22:47:03 GMT -5
Yah like all other great things invented by Americans, like hotdogs, and thunder.
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