-
(Untitled)
Awwwww, c'mon Boss, do I hafta?!
I mean, Jesus, job ain't what it used ta be, yenno? Schmucks, I'm tellin' ye, if ye getting hooked with some capitalist lord o' wonders? Damn well be makin' sure to fucking ogle that small print, cause otherwise?
Yeah.
IS THIS FUCKIN' FIERCE ENOUGH?!
Aw, Boss, did I gotta get the emblem too? Jeez, not the ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
...oh look, someone flooded the City, and now we can't have thorned roses no more.
I wonder why.
Row, row, row your boats ~
Like a merry stooo~ooooge...!
Fine day we're havin', eh, Virginia? Feel the love yet, you sore kook?
[ooc: and whether Valentine's Day display was a preplanned Citizen woe, or the result of recent deity grudgefests, we ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
No - no. Boys, bitches : NO.
Do we WANT a lawsuit on our hands? No, so thorns stay outta stooges' hands, and we all go by our daily business ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Oh fuck me, matin' season ---
FW: citizens - hide your milk, fish and humpable legs. THAT ORDER.
So did I tell ye guys I had me happen this once?
( :: lulzy image within :: NOT WORKSAFE :: ) -
(Untitled)
...am I seein' double here?
Naw. Really? Hey, Mouse, sweetheart, you sure you was countin' this before yer nightly acid trip? That's it, hereon, I'm gettin' ye the expensive shit.
One... two... fourteen... dunno that number... fifty-three and... wha'... fifty...threeUch ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
OK, people, you have two days - count'em, two - to hand yer votes in, so… do it. NOW.
WARDEN ELECTIONS
Poll Waaaaaaarden Poooooooooooooolls
Mighty fine, got me the keys, the one shirt without the blood and the gore… I… uch… got me some daisies… kinda nicked'em off the public park fence, yenno, the one with the -
Hey. Uch.
Can… can one of you dames… yenno, I never was much ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up, let's go -
The weasel's gonna blow...!
...you kiddin' me? I love this season. 'nways.
WARDEN NOMINATIONS
Nominate yerself, yer hernia, yer fairy Godmother, and other bitches. Ye got two days to pull this shit, because fuck me if I'll be bothered with countin' after you stooges. So, uch, get startin ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
I'M JUDGING WHAT?!
You guys outta yer fucking minds? How the hell do I fit a wig 'round this body? Who in God's name will bang my --
AUDITIONS FOR COURT HAMMER HOLDER : OPEN
Requirement.
[ooc: in which the weasel got selected to judge the Greed case. Mind the link! Work-safe, but perhaps unethical.]
-
(Untitled)
[ickle weasel on the damaged spot of the former deity offices]
So... gotta... get this up again, huh? Well. Weeeeeeell. Abracadabra….!
Uch.
Hocus-pocus!
Er.
Sales all Wednesday!
CHRIST, FUCK ME BLIND AND COLOUR ME STUPID, WHAT THE -
[building starts taking form from dirt]…well, I'll be damned ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
YO. STOOGES. I'M HIRIN' ME GENTS FO' A SMALL SERVICE.
C'mere, rascals - lis'n up. I need me strong fellas or - ah - ladies, and them need to be mighty willin', or I'm slapping me a schmuck. Anyways: need someone who can help freeze up a joint. You know - the sub zero kinda freeze, not the really weird shit when everyone's at a nice lil gatherin ( Read more... )
