So, trying to make a joke of it, eh? Too fucking bad...
...drop those fistfuls of feces (yeccchhh, your covered in the stuff).If anyone here's got egg all over his face, it's YOU, shit-face!
RIGHT now LOOK HERE you five foot foaming fang faced foul featured flea flecked filthy furry flatulant fecund friggin freak, thats enough!Five foot nine, fuckyouverymuch... And what's "enough" is, as I said, your a) stupid attack on Scott (we're still waiting for the apology, and above all, for you to even ADMIT you were wrong), b) your sickening fawning over the thuggish Chinks (not that I've checked in your silly WarGame Forum, but I'll *bet* you haven't retracted on that either), and c) your vapid and irrational excuses.
Oh, and your pathetic attempts at what you apparently consider "humour" are getting pretty old, too. Yes, right from the get-go -- they're *born* stale.
NO MORE BANNANAS for a month, and yer off the Schnapps as well.If anyone needs to lay off the sauce, it is you, Bubba -- then *maybe* you'll be able to spell 'banana'.
And while we are at it leave-the-friggin-Pandas-alone !!! they never did anything to annoy you. Fer chissake, it only takes a mention of how good Pandas are and you become excessively 'bear-annoyed'.Pandas suck.
And, since it seems you're using "pandas" as a code-word for Chinese, they suck too.
And, it just isn't good enough to claim your bad behaviour was triggered because someone had ruffled the feathers of the Antarctic Owl. He can fly without your interference. Sheesh, everyone knows it is your mouth that is the scourge of this whole friggin zoo.Huh?!? What fucking "owl" are you gibbering about? (Norm's buddy? But he's a she, and has nothing what-the-fuck-ever to do with this...) Scott? Yeah, of fucking COURSE *he* can defend himself -- but then, who the fuck said it was *him* I was "defending"?!? It's *myself* I'm trying to protect -- from having to read too much more of your UTTER FUCKING DRIVEL!
And another complaint, you already know the Zoo's resident psychiatrist Dr Orin Ootan, and his assistant Jim Pansee, well they are seriously concerned at your repeated tendancy to oral aggression.Fuck your monkey buddies, Bubba... You *know* that's what you really *want* to do, you old simiophile, so go ahead; don't let me stop you.
To be sure, no one minds the odd bite here or there but you have bitten just about everyone in this damned place.Only when they needed it.
And you, Mister Magic Marker, were long overdue.
Orin & Jim have also reminded us of your famous and unhealty obsession with crude sexual matters. It is well known that you can hardly open your mouth without talking about sexual acts (and that is the real reason we are confiscating your bananas).As I said, fuck your furry buddies, and fuck you too. If that's too awkward (what, not even if you stand on a chair?), then let them do it... Anyway, the bananas-as-phallos-symbols gimmick is, I would have thought, too crudely simplistic even for a simpering baboon like you.
Enough is enough - learn to behave, of its off to the fur factory for you big boy.And to the glue factory with you -- or is that only horses' *bones* they make glue from, not horses' arses?
