scoobdog

Get him Ghosty. Its your destiny.

It's too late now, man. Time to start living the thug life.

No, I'm certain that anyone would refuse to fuck you.

I'm totally jailbait.

Wut?

This sounds like a shit load of work just so you can look like Yukon Cornelius.

Getting new shocks on the Dodge.

But not a variety that refuses to fuck you.

Said the dude that will never have a significant other.

Never ever euthanize a healthy animal. Our vet will often take pets that their owners no longer want. It's how we got two of our family members. Most vets aren't like that, but they will know where you can take Max where he can find a home. That said, Poof is right: you need to neuter him. It won't stop all spraying, but it will drastically reduce it.

You could, as long as you could burp and fart on pitch. That being said, Fuggs isn't really a musician.

... Weren't you supposedly an alto saxophone player?

So you finally beat her into submission. Cool.

Not seeing the "open mind" yet.

None of them are playing an Erhu. How do you know which one to jack off to?

That sure is a lot of pop music.

This ain't even close.

So that's what a warning looks like.

That was pretty fucked. This is probably a good time to go over the ground rules. Things you can't do: Tell anyone to kill themselves. Tell Fuggs she's trying to kill, molest, whatever her own daughter. Make fun of Bucket's dead dad. There is no four. Call Don Roberto a pedo even though he jerks it to teenage chinese schoolgirls.

Unlike, say, when you cape for fuggs when she's being crazy.