Wednesday, March 28, 2007

All Your Blog Are Belong To Us!

Debbie doesn't live here, anymore.

But Gerbils do.




PWNED!

9 comments:

joeschmo1of3 said...

Man, that was quick!

largenfirm said...

You betcha!

Hey, Deb, the cabal steals another march!

Not to worry, though, we saved all your postings for our nefarious purposes.

I'll leave comments open until you've had a chance to vent.

Yer Bestest Pal,
Kirk

largenfirm said...

Oh, and BTW, Debbie-cakes, yer weren't paying attention. Kyle has tatoos, scruffy beard, and, being only 23, a full head of hair.

An his girlfriend is named Dasheika, not Jenn.

The pit is named Howler.

Oh, are you still going to blockbuster?

Yer Bestest Pal,
Kirk

Fatwa Arbuckle said...

Kirk -

Bravo, sir!

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahahahahaha......

[Breathes]

...hahahaha*snort*hahahahahaha!

largenfirm said...

Now, doesn't it smell better in here? No more of that stale Schlitz odor, no more unshaved, unwashed troll armpits, just nice, fresh gerbil-friendly shavings.

Ah, I love it when a plan comes together!

Oh, and Deb?

YOU'VE BEEN PWNED!!!!

WE ARE TEH BOSS OF YOU!!!!

AGAIN!!!!


Kirk

Cruella Gerbil said...

Thank teh Lawd!

I've had my eye on this blog for a loooooooong time.

Gonna find some nice shavings, if that's OK with present company.

BrendaK said...

Bravo! Bravissimo!

Fatwa Arbuckle said...

Hey...we could have a blow-out party and trash teh place!

Oh, wait...it's already in shambles.

Too bad teh fridge has nothing in it except Schlitz.

And something green; eeeeeuuuu!

Fatwa Arbuckle said...

Shameless repost of teh "Proud Mary" parody:

Left a "meh" job in Tuscon
Workin' for teh U as an adjuct prof
But I never lost a minute by thinkin'
"Bein' unemployable is mighty tough"

[chorus]
Squeaky Wheel keeps on turnin'
Trackin' every bridge I'm burnin'
Rantin', rantin', rantin' on my website

Ran through what I had in savings
Talkin' to a statue down in Ol' You Jean
But I never thought my life would get so shitty
Just because I kept on ventin' my spleen

[chorus]

If you come down to my hovel
Bet you're gonna have to watch me relive
Every event going back to last summer
Just can't let it go, 'tho my brain is a sieve

[chorus]