We've been grounded like school children. Our toys taken away. Our rights stomped on. We'll have no more of it.By way of protest Iris, Ethel, and myself have begun decorating the halls of Willowbrooke.
The following song has been set to play along with this lovely adornment.
Deck the balls with nose hairs and polygrip
fa la la....la la..... la ...la....la...la
Bite our ass
cause we aren't dead yet.
fa la la.....la la.....la la la la
you can't ground us, we're your elders
FA LA LA...LA LA LA...LA LA LA
We all took a dose of ex lax
hope you enjoy the next few hourrrrrrrrrrs.
30 comments:
Where's his twig?
Sadly, the dummy has bigger balls than my daughter Peter.
She's all set to lop off her penis on Christmas eve, for pity's sake. I have expect Ethel's nativity scene will burst into flames.
Allegra is telling people you had the crabs, Mae. What gives.
Yes, we must see his candy cane.
Where the hell is my password?
Try GeorgeBushSucks, lb.
Iris, everybody has bigger balls that your daughter Peter.
Mae has Crabs???
Really now.
Ooooh, Allegra just pitched her fat ass, dashing down the hallway like a big assed open sleigh.
I saran wrapped the toilet. She won't notice until it's running out all over her feet.
I doubled up the british bitches' Anita Whatsherface... nary a cramp. You'd think the woman never had to take a dump. What's her issue.
Back in the day I did quite a job sucking balls of my dear sweet Horatio, he was quite a man. I have no idea how our son got to be so swishy.
Yeah, well you need a lip wax, you hairy dago. I'm BLIND but even I can SEE your moustache from here. Really.
Would you like a cup of tea, dear? I have this great new sweetner. ExLactosio. It's all natural.
I smell garlic.
Iris, is that how you got to be so buck toothed?
No wonder that horking mutt of yours keeps running away from you.
Dubbin is female you stupid ninny.
OOOOH, there goes LaTwanda!
Off to take a 14 pound dump!
Jingle Bells, this place smells, they wish we were dead,
The last laughs ours as they shit their drawers as we shuffle off to bed. Yeee haw!
Of course I don't have crabs! They took my computer and put me under house arrest for 6 weeks, DAMN THEM ALL TO HELL!
I will not sit idly by and allow these snips to bully me. There shall be a come uppance? comeuppence? cumupants? Well, fine! Now they've medicated me to the point that I can no longer spell.
Everyone, do NOT swallow your medications. We're going on strike.
Well, if we do not take our medications, I can't sit in the same room as Iris and her gas.
That's not me that's Concheeter.
Ethel, nose plugs. Just breath Iris's gas thru your mouth then you can't smell it.
I lived like that for all my married years Crab, I'll be damned if I'll live the rest of my spinster life running from methane.
` Splendid post! I shall be singing that lovely Christmas carol as a public service to the people in the old folk's home up here!
` Merry Christmas and Bah Humbug! ;)
Yo, Seequin, if you run into any men up there at the old farts home who can still get it up, drug the guy, put him in yer car and bring him to me. I ain't gettin no younger.
Concheeter, you should take that show on the road.
` Change of plan: I'm a bit busy right now.... (And no, Shirley, don't even think it.)
ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!
Seequin wants me.
She wants you to put a bag over your head, yeah.
Whenever you walk into the room, I thank God for making me legally blind.
Where is Dotty McConnel, did she paddle her canoe over a waterfall, or did she finally kill her grandchildren?
I haven't SEEN her in ages.
I hope Hinkleshire didn't do away with her, poor dear.
` I think I'll just turn Shirley into an ape and you can unleash her on the cops next time you're in trouble. 'Kay?
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