At first I thought you meant you didn't know the meaning of the word funk...George Clinton was two seconds away from gassing up the Mothership and paying you a visit.
We got da funk Chelene...never fear! I was more alarmed by the salacious cat imagery and what could be going on in there. Thankfully, only good things.
Now, I was confused by the change. I sat here scratching my head, thinking dod I remember the post different. I guess I'm also of the funky retard varietal.
The salacious cat imagery and promises of good sugar is all it'd take and I'd cross the street cattywampus.
It occurs to me that if I visited that store I would forget it's true name and then I would tell everyone I got great fudge from "a store with a slutty cat above the door". And forever after, I would say "boy, that slutty cat fudge was delicious." And people would nod and smile as they're prone to do when I say things like that.
Funky, retarded, salacious…all of this imagery gives me a nose bleed. I wouldn’t eat that fudgey mess if I was in insulin shock. Still, looks like a nice day!
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At first I thought you meant you didn't know the meaning of the word funk...George Clinton was two seconds away from gassing up the Mothership and paying you a visit.
We got da funk Chelene...never fear! I was more alarmed by the salacious cat imagery and what could be going on in there. Thankfully, only good things.
Oh, and I changed it to read more easily because clearly, I'm retarded. Yet funky.
Now, I was confused by the change. I sat here scratching my head, thinking dod I remember the post different. I guess I'm also of the funky retard varietal.
The salacious cat imagery and promises of good sugar is all it'd take and I'd cross the street cattywampus.
It occurs to me that if I visited that store I would forget it's true name and then I would tell everyone I got great fudge from "a store with a slutty cat above the door". And forever after, I would say "boy, that slutty cat fudge was delicious." And people would nod and smile as they're prone to do when I say things like that.
And they shall know it by its true name - Store With A Slutty Cat Above The Door - Funky Retards Welcome.
For some reason, about every second store in the town had delicious fresh fudge for samplin' and buyin'.
I love me some good funk!
Funky, retarded, salacious…all of this imagery gives me a nose bleed. I wouldn’t eat that fudgey mess if I was in insulin shock. Still, looks like a nice day!
The nose bleed store was down the street Robert. Tasty stuff in there too. Okay, now I'm grossing myself out.
All funk is good unless you say the word while holding your nose.
Fudge and funk -- two great tastes brought together. It could be the new Reese' flavor.
Let's say they go for it. Would I try and buy? I guess since you gave them the idea Creepy, I'd feel obliged.
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