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[AAAAAAAAAA]

You used many words to tell us-and me-that you have no respect whatsoever for my calculating father and to say the least. I AM DISAPPOINTED. AGAIN!
My father will deal with you when he wakes up, that is for sure. AGAIN!

Well, I am looking forward to having a word or two with the old man. He is my #1 (Kung Pao Chicken) nemesis and I will give him my utmost priority. Guangdong dumplings is not a bad position to be in, for a man who has made so many enemies.

Edit: By the way I have NEVER liked your ugly avatar, that is among the worst i have seen. It disturbs my esthetic mind and is as ugly as the birds under your bed...

In regards to the birds: it is true that I used to keep a small flock of turkeys under my bed. In Assyria, this is not considered a crime. But what I find objectionable is that during your short visit in which you stayed under my bed for scarcely one night, you devoured them bone and wing, and did not leave as much as a feather for Pablo. You remember Pablo? He had to chew the lint of the carpet for sustenance. No wonder he left...

So you have a problem with my avatar, eh? I can tell your father where to plant his thin lips, then. Don't forget who got you started in this business, werewife. It was ME.. You used to be my puppet and long ago shared my microphallus with no objections. What in the name of Priapus came over you?

Let me be clear that I still have a soft spot for you, :luv1:.
I simply cannot coexist with Mr. Hubble. He is NOT my type. :puke: AGAIN!

And let me remind you that your Capiche #9000 is Qinghai Turkey. If you are hungry again, just say it....

[Hubble86]

Halloj there young man! I think you made a big mistake when you talked so hostilely about me. I had almost come to accept you as my daughters friend, butt after this, I am more inclined to kick your big arse twenty times ( 20, Hong-Kong-duck in currant-sauce) and I don't think you have the ability to kick back. Hahaha.

And I will not give you the revolutionary drug I have calculated for you, but you can get my daughters Nitroflasks for polishing your butt, if you want. Since you have to go on with your heavy burden of a horrendous arse.Haha.
You mentioned some strange things involving my daughter and I would like an explanation to those lies. You have birds under your bed and she should have been there with you, in some sort of orgy with a Pablo? My daughter? And how could she share your Microphallus and be your puppe? I don't believe a word of that and I have never heard of anything so ridiculous.
You also romanticly declare that you have "a soft spot" for her, and she is maybe stupid enough to fall for that. But I know you "birdtypes" and where your "soft spots" are. I have used to play the guitarra with both Monk and Getz, so I have heard that silly phrase before.
My advice to you young man is-and I will only say this once-forget my daughter and bye a new avatar...

[AAAAAAAAAA]

If its a fight you want, brace yourself for battle. I have little reason to panic, because I am a human brace...whether your airhead daughter accepts it or not.

Your old eyes are in dire need of a checkup. #20 is the Peking Duck. Remember those funny fellows? Quack! Where are they? Gone. That's where. I thought they flew to new horizons when your daughter left me, butt they probably ended with the same fate as the ugly birds that the werewoman got her hairy hands on.

And I will not give you the revolutionary drug I have calculated for you, but you can get my daughters Nitroflasks for polishing your butt, if you want. Since you have to go on with your heavy burden of a horrendous arse.Haha.

Well I never! That just does it!! If you ever found a revolutionary new drug, you would probably snort it. I know when I've been duped and I suppose you've earned those pictures. Butt-rest assured, I will NOT fall for it again. And it is most definitely not horrendous. Priapus blessed me with a tiny phallus and a large arse, and I must make the most of the situation- although I find it difficult to keep my balance with such a minuscule counterweight.

On another note I will take the Nitroflasks. Please send to 58 (Basil Phad Thai) Brown Box, Assyria.

You mentioned some strange things involving my daughter and I would like an explanation to those lies. You have birds under your bed and she should have been there with you, in some sort of orgy with a Pablo? My daughter? And how could she share your Microphallus and be your puppe? I don't believe a word of that and I have never heard of anything so ridiculous.

Look- it was last thanksgiving. The birds had ripened and fallen off the PoulTree. What was I to do with them all? And so, I cooked them (burnt slightly) but butt butt!!! With #4 (General Tso's Chicken) burnt legs elevated high in the air (AGAIN!), and served them with muffins (with onions). AGAIN!

Pablo, special guest, came for a while although he left shortly in the midst of tearful goodbyes. The story ends there. What took place under my bed was not my concern; I was on top.

You also romanticly declare that you have "a soft spot" for her

If you do not believe I have a soft spot, then you need to look more carefully at the pictures you wrongfully seized from me. Capiche???

[Hubble86]

Sorry, Daugterfriend! You don't look blessed at all, but that Priapus of yours is not much to put in a Christmastree. He looks silly so he must be silly.
So you miss your horridpics? Haha did you really believe that I would look at them a second time. Ridiculous. They are UGLY. And I will send them back asap.So you have moved from Seattle to Assyria. Where is that?
I can see that you now give a totally different explanation for the orgy. How come? Are you at last a bit afraid of me and my unusual strength and can you then admit that you were lying. Pfff. My daughter under your bed with you on top. Have you more fairy-tales to tell me? My daughter alone with a bunch of birds? And what did you do? Now I have heard enough of that thanksgiving. Wasn't there a Finn too. Pekka Something? What did he do. Was he on the top too with you?. No no, I don't want to know. I have had enough of you and your silly lies.

That quack you are talking about is active on the Spanish sight, so she must be back after all. Haha. that is NOT my concern...

Edit I can now see with my bad, very, very bad eyes, that you write, that Pekingduck is number 20, but I am so SORRY Pekingduck with orangesplit is number 22. Hong-Kongduck is still with currantsauce and accordingly number 20. Still. CAPISCE-

[AAAAAAAAAA]

Sorry, Daugterfriend! You don't look blessed at all, but that Priapus of yours is not much to put in a Christmastree. He looks silly so he must be silly.

:user: Priapus's cock hanging from the Christmas tree? Have you lost your mind, AGAIN? There is only one Lord and his name is Priapus; I have no tolerance for other religious symbols. :puke:

So you miss your horridpics? Haha did you really believe that I would look at them a second time. Ridiculous. They are UGLY.

Oh really? :shake: Perhaps you should bare your bottom so the international community can critique your every asswrinkle, and we'll see if your opinion changes. You may think of me a misguided pervert, but I am paving the way for the next generation of bare-bottomed barons. :jump:

So you have moved from Seattle to Assyria. Where is that?

Deep in the grand canyon
:jump:

I can see that you now give a totally different explanation for the orgy. How come? Are you at last a bit afraid of me and my unusual strength and can you then admit that you were lying.

You seized your name from Edwin Hubble and your avatar from Albert Einstein in a bizarre and confused effort assert your intellectual prowess, but the nonsense that you spew reveals your fumbling ways. You believe you are a detective for discovering I was lying, when I explained to you in "layman's" terms that I was lying the whole time...on top. Clap clap. There is your applause. Quack quack. Even the ducks are cheering for you.

I apologize if I seem harsh- I'm just looking out for #1 (sichuan fish hotpot with plum sauce). :jump:

Wasn't there a Finn too. Pekka Something? What did he do. Was he on the top too with you?. No no, I don't want to know. I have had enough of you and your silly lies.

Of course you assume the worst of me, but the truth is simple. Your angel of a daughter was lying all night. She was impossible! Spewing nonsense like "the capital of England is Caracas","The Saana Master was Stolen", "Win a Guitarra", something about the Saana Foundation, and so forth. She was lying on the bottom, while Pekka and I were on top. That's IT!

Edit I can now see with my bad, very, very bad eyes, that you write, that Pekingduck is number 20, but I am so SORRY Pekingduck with orangesplit is number 22. Hong-Kongduck is still with currantsauce and accordingly number 20. Still. CAPISCE-

I would like to continue chatting with you, but nature calls and I must go for a #2 (Spicy Coconut Shrimp).

PS: May a vasp sting your arse until it becomes as engorged as mine. :pissed3: Bah!


:jump:

[Hubble86]

After this hectic alteration I will show you what metods some seducer use to entangle a very ingenuous werewolfpretending girl. Those poems are genius in there special style and deserve a more appearanced place than to be hidden in the Flame-section-forum.

Is love a tender thing?

No it is too rough, too rude, too boisterous,

And it pricks like thorn,

For never was a story more woe,

Than that of Juliet and Romeo.

Shakespeare.


And what can we see here,

If not a telling that we can compare,

A love between a Seattleman and a Werewolfduck,

That hardly can stay in some sort of luck,

Those poems will tell you why and how,

The hope could end in tearful sorrow.

NOT Shakespeare.


The Seattlemans poems to the Werewolfduck.


You make an amadillos skin look like,

A smoth bowl of jello,

You make a walrus feel akin,

To slim and nimble fellow.

You sound like a dialup modem,

When you are howling at the moon,

And even crocodiles advise you,

To find a dentist soon,

I have seen elephants with more grace,

Met baboons who are better singers,

But still this ring belongs in place,

Upon your hairy fingers.

You have no choice but to marry me,

Only I put up with you,

And if you dare to disagree,

I hope you get SWINE FLU.




The werewolfduck answers.

How silversweet sounds that, like soft music to attending ears,

Butt I am not a werewolfgirl, so now in tears,

I have to tell you, that I am a simple duck,

And that I mostly sing some quck, quck, quck.


The seducers answer is quick, not quack


So now you are not a werewolfgirl,

You have been hiding behind a mask,

We still should give marriage a whirl,

But there's so much I need to ask,

If not a weregirl I have to say,

You are the hairiest woman I've seen.

Then explain why you hunt rabbit and other pray,

And tear out their liver and spleen,

And explain why each month you dash outside,

And scream to release all your stress,

At the beautiful shining moon so bright,

Are you telling me it is PMS,

Perhaps a shave, a bath, a rinse,

And if you stop scratching the wall,

Then you'll be my damsel,and I'll be your prince,

And our marriage will work after all,


The no longer werewolfduck answered in deep distress.

"This was the shortest romance I ever have heard of"

But believe it or not. It is still going on and I, the father, have still to take actions.

[NeonVomit]

I was wondering what had happened to you.

[AAAAAAAAAA]

Oh, what sweet words. I had forgotten what a gifted orator I am. :user:
:yum2: :spin2:

Though weary from a long day, I have found some time to compose another piece

Chang's Lament
Copyright 2010- Living Poets Society

My marriage collapsed,
And out of the rubble,
Arose an old man,
Who called himself Hubble, :crazy1:

From his disheveled hair,
To his thins lips stubble,
I knew in my heart,
He was nothing but trouble.

I asked my friend Chang,
Who might he be?
Chang took a deep puff,
And sighed heavily.

At first, profanity rolled off his tongue,
So he puffed yet again, getting calm and composed
He imparted the tale of when he was young,
And all of his woes were plainly disclosed

He too was courting the young Ö10, :kiss2:
Who knew nothing of Chinamen, :bounce2:
But Hubble burst in with the strength of ten bears,
And kicked our poor Chang twice down the stairs

Battered and bruised,
Grossly misused,
Wrongfully accused,
Missing his screws.... :shake:

Once again, I reiterate: HE IS NOTHING BUT TROUBLE :pissed2:
If you don't believe me, look at the thin lips stubble... :nervous:
This old bastard won't let us fuck, :facial:
His daughter- (who is a hairy duck) :yuk:

Chang's Lament Pt. 2
Copyright 2010 - Living Poets Society

Hubble eyed me, and noticed my butt,
Not hard to believe, since its what I strut.
Swollen and shiny, it follows me 'round,
My world renouned, magnificent mound

He asked "Why instead of passing gas
Wouldn't you like to get rid of that ass?
For only those who are truly blind... :music:
Could tolerate that big behind?"

"I don't mean to be unkind
But by what fool was it designed?
It is so round and well defined,
Couldn't you at least keep it confined?"

I saw the truth in his calculated words,
And agreed, I will do whatever it takes!
I sent photos from every angle,
So that he would prepare his magical flakes

I still got nothing from the man,
But he's still my biggest fan...
I'm still unhappy with my rump,
And it still jiggles when I jump :yuk:

[Hubble86]

Very good butt not very true. It is namely like this.

There was a nice man called ÖHubble,

That never made any sorts trubble,

He was sweet as a peach,

And you never could reach,

The hights of his brain when it bubble.


Haha so was it jaja...

[Stratowarius]

I thought we had heard the last from PFN but I got an agitated fax from Crumb today.

Hi Stratow I happened to catch a mail from PFN, that now is in Houston on a training-camp for astronauts to be. He mailed to his commander Strutt.

PFN: Hi commander. I have some alarming news. Two astronomers in California have found Excessa. They call our lovely planet Gliese 581g and our sun Gliese. Huh, what stupid names. They have calculated out that we have water and air and soon they will show pics too, I'm sure of that. Those bastards and hircins. They know that Excessa is in the middle of the constellation Libra, that we are four times bigger than Earth and that our circle is 37 days.

Strutt: What, what, what. This is terrible. Do they know we are there too? Do they know YOU?

PFN. Me? I don't think so. There is an idiot in Finland that writes about me, butt noone believes her. Butt now they say that there is 100% probability there is life on Excessa-Gliese 581g.

Strutt: Huh. Then we soon have them there snooping around, I'm sure. Why must they be so damn curious and prying all the time?

PFN: And guess who I saw here the other day? Jaja my old exboyfriend from Seattle. He knows too much about me and he is a threat for us. He can make serious damage to our beautiful plans.

Strutt: Do we have to eliminate him?

PFN: No, I can silence him in a more wholesome way. Butt he knows about our allergi and that is a problem. They can "take us out" with raw fish...

Strutt: You have to do your best then...

PFN. Count on me! I will, I will...

[AAAAAAAAAA]

“The Druggie Duckling” by Martin Walkyier.

There once was a druggie duckling; Webster was his name.
When he wasn't toking pondweed he was high on quack cocaine.
He used to throw rave parties by the riverbank so placid;
And supplied the other wildlife there with ecstasy and acid.

One day when he was chilling-out the poacher came a-creeping.
Stashed our duckling in his sack whilst Webster he lay sleeping.
But this brigand never realised that his booty was well-loaded,
Until when he'd cooked and eaten him - his fucking brains exploded!

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Also Walkyier. Almost!

This is the season of Omegle,

Prelude to what lies in the store,

Scremfilled dreams, a seething fever,

New years evil more than

war.

[Chang]

Hello you shits
Chang make a write. Back in Guangdong safe over sounds! To join Guangdong choir study, then make a secret plan. YOU SEE!!

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And remember- I am not a smoke.
PS: When strato come to Guangdong?

[Hubble86]

Oh what a beautiful song! Thank you Chong for presenting this sensation! Butt, butt you have unveiled No Names big secret, the singer on the next record, and he will not be happy. I am sure he had thought to let him explode like a Bumb-in-sum, in the recordworld and now the surpriseeffect is destroyed. By you, you compoundscrewed humanoidmachine!
This guy is also backsinging on huge Hugos Chinakioskoverturner "Hug Huge Hugo"-with great honor, I must say. Butt I have also to admit that I am grateful that he is not one of my neighbours...

[AAAAAAAAAA]

:user: It has recently been brought to my attention that there is a VASP on my arse. I would like to bluntly suggest that it was Hubble86 who planted it there in a sinister attempt to preoccupy me with its eviction and discontinue my courtship of Ö10. I know what you're thinking: "Oh! What a broadside. AGAIN!". But is it really that implausible?

As usual, I must express myself in the only way I know:

Vaspectomy
By A10
Copyright 2010- LPS

I first felt the tingle on a chilly autumn day,
But this tickle led me to pain and disarray, :nervous:
It plunged its stinger fiercely, deep into my butt,
I howled with pain and now I have deep swelling and a cut.

Due to my lumpy disposition,
I am stuck with this condition,
I cannot reach even halfway,
To swat the stinging vasp away. :pissed2:

[Hubble86]

Haha.

Vaspectomy 2.

On A10's Butt chewed a nasty, striped GnatGnat,

And in pain he screamed "Whatwhatwhatwhat",

That must be that damn Hubble,

He is nothing but trubble,

When I try his daugter, Ö10 to upchat.


Jaja. Blame on, by all means, butt this gnatgnat on your Buttbutt wasn't my doing, even if I had wanted it by all my heart. Haha.
It must have promenaded there all by itself. Your butt looks like a red, polished Christmasapple and it must be very tempting for every applegnatgnat to take a little gnaw.
My advice is simple and I think you have heard it before. Buy a new avatar with a lasser butt...

[AGAG]

Gnatgnatgnat

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[AAAAAAAAAA]

A classic from a comedy legend

[Stratowarius]

Fax from Crumb...

Hi Stratow! I thought you would like to hear about Pekkas new problem, and I will look at the TV-serie he talks about, that's for sure. Haha.


Pekka: Now the fan has hit the shithouse. Again! And there was extraordinary much shitty shit this time. And incomprehensible unpleasant for me personally.

Strutt: Jaja! What can it be now?

P: Yesterday, when I, without my usually mental grasp, looked at one of those apparatuses they call TV- they are no technical wizards, haha- what did I see, in this outdated thing. It was absolutely incredible! Butt, Butt, it was ME. No one less than ME. ME PEKKA!. And they called me LEE! LEE?

St: What? You? Explain!

P: Jaja! Not me in person! No, No, some undeveloped TV-idiot had made a ME! In some series they have done about US! It's called "The Event" and it says that we have come to the Earth to take over. Just as it is in reality. I think they have read the damn Strato-forum, where some hacker published my E-mails, and then they have fabricated a story about us, that is half true.

ST: Did I NOT warn you about that Forum? They know far too much and soon people will believe what they read there.

P: Butt, butt. Who could have thought that we would be a TV-series? And you can never imagen how we look. You is really sly and conspiratorial, and I, oh, it is so painful, that I can hardly say it. They have made me an oblique-eyed member of the orient breed. Not as a Finnish goatfarmer. No no no! Ass some Chinese or whatever. Like any Chong or Chang. It is with one word horrendous, and all this from that silly, silly Forum and that silly, silly hacker. I'm sure he hacks this too by the way.

St: Ja, ja I suspected some problem, so I have stationed a BOT there. That will scrutinize that shitforum and when I got the report I will act. Butt there are so much shittalk I have to wade through, since penises and asses are their first priority.

P: I think the harm is already done and when they read this, they will ban the bot. Good sentence isn't it? Ban bot! I will follow the series and tell you everything.

St: Ya,ya do so. Butt take care and don't eat raw fish...

[Kosmo]

Black asians.

That is all.

[NeverendingAbyss]

Black asians.

That is all.

Blasians.

[Stratowarius]

Hi Stratow! It looks like "The little darling" is in trouble. Isn't he some friend of yours?


Pekka: Hi Strutt! Do you remember when I was on Mars some years ago? For investigations?

Strutt: Jaja! So what?

P: That fucking Nasa have taken groundtests there and found footsteps and DNA. They have my DNA since my unfortunate moonvisit with the goats. So now they are after me! Again!

S: Butt why on all the planets, were you on Mars? What did you find there?

P: Absolutely nothing! You know we were looking for places to live on, since Excessa is so overpopulated,
butt Mars was nothing for us. Butt I was curious anyway. We could maybe have had goats there. In the Summer at least.

S: It was rather stupid of you! Huh. Butt can you do something about that DNA now?

P : Ja I have thought to change mine to a goat-DNA, so they understand that they have done a mistake! Isn't that super?

S: Are you superstupid or not? They will immediately see that it is not human! How about the one you call "your darling" as you use to bragg about. Now is the time for him to show that he is there for you.

P:Jaja, butt if he have my DNA and I his, he can run into some problem. They will accuse him of walking on Mars.

S. And WHO cares? NOT me! And NOT you! Capisce.

P: Okey dokey. For Excessas sake...I will fix that at once...

[Stratowarius]

Hi Stratow! What is happening? Pekka is upset. Again!

PFN: Hi Strutt! What on Excessa are you doing! You can't go that close to Earth. Not to New York City. They are vigilant there. It is not as in other more sloppy places, where they just shake their wrinkled stupid heads and states that it is Allah or that bearded Mohammed that shows his face, when you emerge. You have gone too far this time. New York City! Huhhuh. Don't be to foolharded. They have brave pilots in strange vehicles and they can take you out if they want to. Use your invisibleshield for Excessas sake.

Strutt: Jaja. Point taken. It was a simple mistake. Butt it was also fun. We could se how all the stupid New Yorkers looked at us in wonder, and some in real fear. Ha ha. They have no idea what will hit them rather soon.

PFN: Jaja I know and I feel almost a bit sorry for them. They are so incredible unsophisticated in their thoughts about us. "There can't be aliens", they say. "It is only fairy-tales". And the stupid dontknownothing laughes arrogantly. Haha, we will see who laughs the last. Jaja I have not more to report today. I have changed my DNA and have nothing to fear there. My darling haven't understood a thing. He is a bit patetic, but I sort of love him anyway...By for now and for Excessas sake USE YOUR SHIELD. At least over New York City. Capisce


Edit: A Daily News reporter could see a silver dot floating approximately 5000 feet over 23th ST and Eight ave in New York City on thursday oct 14. (8 Carrotchicken with fried rice) Dozens of New Yorkers gathered there late in the afternoon to catch a glimpse. "Can't imagen what it can be", said the Police. "We have no reports of ordinary weatherballons or something like that. It is a mystery"...

[Baby]

WAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!! :pissed: :pissed: :pissed: :pissed: :pissed:
:pissed: :pissed: :pissed: :pissed: :pissed:

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Puttenuttekuttesutte...Why are you AHAAING so? Come on, drink your bottle and be happy as long as you can. Soon you are big and that is no dance on roses, if you thought that. So crawl home now before it gets dark and big, big wolf will EAT you...

[Stratowarius 2.0]

big wolf will EAT you...

I will miss your volfvoffs....
Especially if the voff is of untenable quality

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

I have uncountable wolfwofs of untenable quality and a classical from comedy legend. (8. Fried porkchops with sugarbrown sauce and strawberryjam.) :jump: :kiss2:

[Kosmo]

Michael Jordan is the reincarnation of the devil.

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Just play, have fun, enjoy !

The black devil Michael Jordan.

[JEREMIAH TOLKKl]

God DAMN Michael Jordan!!