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Nick:
Alex: Dan, it's Srgt. Impoglio the grass is long, the starboard wing tip is sallow, and you've done nothing about Narnabucket's Mistletoe Storage Facility Registration Form Layout One more of these little slip ups and you're out of here faster than you can say bread chonstle fuller bone myers bone blog solar tram
Nick: how you is?
Alex: like warm apple cider garnished across a freshly asphalted treetop village. you?
Nick: like a bottle of peach cobbler that's been out in the sun all day and batted around by a rogue racoon
Alex: weathered by the dreary soda pop showers and aggressive "assistant manager" attitude of the rainbows from blessed little billy's top drawer treasure box?
Alex: growth stunted by girthful wooden mallets at chucky cheese's?
Nick: sort of....more like sticky from kool-aid waterfalls and leathery from days of moistened yellow-brick road staple sockets
Alex: with a more-than-desirable-on-halloween-night pH?
Nick: no
Nick: a bottled-up frenzy of jostled enchanted mushroom storytime amphitheaters alongside a folding chair of pixiedust hemispheres
Alex: furthermore, your MOUTH is like chicken
Alex: your VENTRICLES are like gracious uncle mallow sphere's taut and tender monsters
Nick: dude, but YOUR notions of gentrification are nothing in terms of firewater gilded slippery taut lines of washboard frontporch postulates
Alex: and your TAYTOES are like greasy fun dip donut batter balls implicit in your differentiation tunnel wick a wallow sinful mund merst spud whining ninny pook a pocket spill a sprad a fad a man a bandaland o' smilto sultry turkey chund
Nick: look, brother
Alex: no now YOU LISTEN HERE
Alex: this is not a game dan
Alex: this is every sicilian daughter you ever wished for
Nick: *I* have a fresh outlook. i have a stork that feeds me goldfish when i sleep. i have a waterslide. i have a ruptured ol' miniskirt made of slopped out frozen peas and grim prizes
Nick: what do YOU have?
Alex: My Mom said, "A pow wow today?"
Alex: it wasn't easy, but i responded, "no mother, responsibillities are abound"
Alex: i proceeded to list the following:
Alex: CASE A: I will stack wonder bread under and over no more than five plastic crates
Alex: QUESTION 2: Dan will not waste time under my jurisdiction. No corn trunks will go unturned, no cajun cajoling will be tolerated without a grimace, a shrug, and a stern reprimand
Alex: APPLE 3: I will list five ice creams of my choice, and destroy them
Nick: i have a quolstion for you
Alex: Is this not more than you can handle Dan?
Alex: Sgt. Impoglio got this position through trial and error, slick slides, and no untold stories
Nick: where did your wrench of trenchmouth frothy yarn jostulations bitter rumtum drum gum go? is it on saturn? TITAN? TRITON??
Alex: I TIGHTEN MY MAW, I SIGHTEN MY SAW
Nick: love our locks, Block!
WrdlessMouthplay: i'm out!
Alex: Dan, it's Srgt. Impoglio the grass is long, the starboard wing tip is sallow, and you've done nothing about Narnabucket's Mistletoe Storage Facility Registration Form Layout One more of these little slip ups and you're out of here faster than you can say bread chonstle fuller bone myers bone blog solar tram
Nick: how you is?
Alex: like warm apple cider garnished across a freshly asphalted treetop village. you?
Nick: like a bottle of peach cobbler that's been out in the sun all day and batted around by a rogue racoon
Alex: weathered by the dreary soda pop showers and aggressive "assistant manager" attitude of the rainbows from blessed little billy's top drawer treasure box?
Alex: growth stunted by girthful wooden mallets at chucky cheese's?
Nick: sort of....more like sticky from kool-aid waterfalls and leathery from days of moistened yellow-brick road staple sockets
Alex: with a more-than-desirable-on-halloween-night pH?
Nick: no
Nick: a bottled-up frenzy of jostled enchanted mushroom storytime amphitheaters alongside a folding chair of pixiedust hemispheres
Alex: furthermore, your MOUTH is like chicken
Alex: your VENTRICLES are like gracious uncle mallow sphere's taut and tender monsters
Nick: dude, but YOUR notions of gentrification are nothing in terms of firewater gilded slippery taut lines of washboard frontporch postulates
Alex: and your TAYTOES are like greasy fun dip donut batter balls implicit in your differentiation tunnel wick a wallow sinful mund merst spud whining ninny pook a pocket spill a sprad a fad a man a bandaland o' smilto sultry turkey chund
Nick: look, brother
Alex: no now YOU LISTEN HERE
Alex: this is not a game dan
Alex: this is every sicilian daughter you ever wished for
Nick: *I* have a fresh outlook. i have a stork that feeds me goldfish when i sleep. i have a waterslide. i have a ruptured ol' miniskirt made of slopped out frozen peas and grim prizes
Nick: what do YOU have?
Alex: My Mom said, "A pow wow today?"
Alex: it wasn't easy, but i responded, "no mother, responsibillities are abound"
Alex: i proceeded to list the following:
Alex: CASE A: I will stack wonder bread under and over no more than five plastic crates
Alex: QUESTION 2: Dan will not waste time under my jurisdiction. No corn trunks will go unturned, no cajun cajoling will be tolerated without a grimace, a shrug, and a stern reprimand
Alex: APPLE 3: I will list five ice creams of my choice, and destroy them
Nick: i have a quolstion for you
Alex: Is this not more than you can handle Dan?
Alex: Sgt. Impoglio got this position through trial and error, slick slides, and no untold stories
Nick: where did your wrench of trenchmouth frothy yarn jostulations bitter rumtum drum gum go? is it on saturn? TITAN? TRITON??
Alex: I TIGHTEN MY MAW, I SIGHTEN MY SAW
Nick: love our locks, Block!
WrdlessMouthplay: i'm out!