Friday, August 24, 2007

How the hell am I supposed to compete with that?

Inga: fett and i have been playing this game

Taco:
Oh, now just so we're clear
Taco: FETT IS MINE

Inga:
oh yeah? well YOU CAN'T STOP OUR LOVE

Taco:
I bought him mashed potatoes! You just try and beat that!
Taco: Oh wait... yeah... boobs.
Taco: Shit.

17 comments:

VikingLady said...

You can have him, he chose to blow up France.

Tico-Taco! Come over to MY desk and play! WE'LL HAVE SO MUCH FUN SITTING AROUND DOING NOTHING AND FEELING AWKWARD AND WEIRD 'N' SOME JUNK!

Why doesn't Coyote email me or comment on my blog anymore-uh?

... You didn't tell him you knocked me up, did you? He gon' beat me with the turkey baster!

VikingLady said...

PS - Are boobs really that big a deal? I doubt it. It's the "vajeen" that makes all the difference. But I still think he'd choose you, as is right and proper.

VikingLady said...

WAIT! I've got a plan.

It's a 5-step plan.

1. Go the store.
2. Buy a bra.
3. Stuff it full of mashed potatoes.
4. Put it on.
5. Wear it over to fett's house.

fett said...

:O

*passes out*

PS. Boobs are a big deal

PPS. Hehe, peepee

PPPS. I blew up France just because. I didn't have a real reason.

PPPPS. Can't I have both you AND Taco? We could move to Nevada. Open a bed and breakfast.

Tim said...

Room for one more?

fett said...

Always, baby. You're like Jello.

VikingLady said...

Uh, fett... I don't know if you've noticed, but... I don't really "do" nice happy relationships where everybody cares about each other and are nice all time... So... Just take Taco and Tim. It's for the best.

fett said...

Ok, how about we all move to Nevada and open a brothel. You can be the Madam.

VikingLady said...

*single tear*

That's my number one dream job besides ridiculously rich and famous actress/writer/musician and Ninja!

Unknown said...

I'd really have to taste the potatoes before I made that call. I mean c'mon, good potatoes are hard to come by.

Besides, you are all my bitches and don't fucking forget it! Don't make me flex again. I'll fucking do it!

Bluejeangirl said...

Put away the guns.. they make us tremble.

If we're opening a brothel.. can we wear authentic spaghetti western brothel garb? Maybe just one day a week?

The Taco Prophet said...

I think spaghetti western brothel garb is a must. We'll also need somebody to man the piano for when fights break out and a crazy, toothless old man to sit in the corner and get drunk.

Noq pretty much fucking channels Cap'n Mal, so he's gotta go hang out in the main room at all times, and just be, you know, badass.

Tim said...

Whorin's gotta be spaghetti western whorin', else it ain't whorin' proper like.

fett said...

Ok, that's it, I'm changing my name to Diamond Jim, buying a Derringer and a cane with a gold nugget head and starting a spaghetti western-themed brothel.

The next step: franchising

TheKinkyLibrarian said...

I'll man the piano while I'm not doin' my whorin'

Unknown said...

I call mysterious stranger that wanders in with eternal three day stubble and no one can decide if I've come to save the town or doom it. I called it, it's mine.

The Taco Prophet said...

Dibs on the crazy old toothless drunk who bursts in to announce all gunfights.