I could always bring out the ban hammer for those that don’t know how to play nice. This was a delightful party but as usual some schmuck or two always have to ruin it with their verbal diahrea.
I do agree with Mrs Catz. You guys are ruining the party. You are officialy expelled from this party.
I take it you didn’t like my fingers then? Too salty?
Oh, I liked your fingers. I was talking about ther bad mothing around here, good sir.
Can I join the party? I’ve got cheese cake.
Of course you can, mister. Please no bad mouthing, beer or an obnoxious activity called “trolling” around here.
A REAL doctor, mr. Strangelove.
I wouldn’t even dream of doing that. I’m no potty mouth, sir.
Then by all means you are welcome. Please take a seat, good sir, and have a crumpet and cucumber sandwich.
Beer is allowed. You can’t take away my bolleke or my Duvelke!
Oh, alright. You can have your beer. But you’re the only one.
:fffuuu:
Oh, sorry. Sorry, sorry. My fault.
I’ve got the title.
Isn’t that how doctors become doctors?
Yes, yes it is, sir.
What kind of doctor are you, then?
Strangelove.
I require a shot of espresso to wake me from my slumber.
But you’re a robot.
Ok, one fresh cup coming up.