27th September 2004, 12:29 PM
Arthur: The cheese is melting the spores off my anabolic steriod-enhanced clovers!!
GR: What the heck are you talking about?
Arthur: ...Phh...lumber.
GR: Lumber?
Arthur: No.
GR: What then?
Arthur: You know how sometimes people say things without meaning them when they're really trying to say something else?
GR: Yeah.
Arthur: The whales of my stomach are good for chicken. Sidewalk patties. Sprong mctonkle. Arospiajdslkfdasa.
GR: Are you alright?
Arthur: Yeah.
GR: What the heck are you talking about?
Arthur: ...Phh...lumber.
GR: Lumber?
Arthur: No.
GR: What then?
Arthur: You know how sometimes people say things without meaning them when they're really trying to say something else?
GR: Yeah.
Arthur: The whales of my stomach are good for chicken. Sidewalk patties. Sprong mctonkle. Arospiajdslkfdasa.
GR: Are you alright?
Arthur: Yeah.
Sometimes you get the scorpion.