bat music..
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bat music..

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batty: i use to howl and my dog shorty would howl and if we were blessed mama dog would howl with us
batty: the only thing was some neighbors were super sticous and i upset themm

i dropped by, gusse who was there.. couldn’t resist the quotage… giggles

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  1. Anonymous

    that.. is one of *the* most classic bat quotes EVAR.
    *applause*
    blessed by the mama dog..
    super sticous.. (somehow that reminds me of “neaked”, don’t ask..)
    halp..
    *tears*
    it goes back to the bat and voodoo, I swear..
    a new word in the history of batluage: batligion, the religion of the bat.

    -t

  2. Anonymous

    bats

    Perhaps I should creat bat ornaments for that seasonly decorated tree? I’ve seen most everything else in the shops, including octopi and lizards, so why not bats?
    lost

      1. Anonymous

        Re: bats

        somehow I see the bat tying a broken antler to the mama dog’s head and stealing x-mas..

        *sings*

        You’re a mean one, Mrs. Bat.
        You really are a heel.
        You’re as cuddly as a cactus,
        You’re as charming as an eel.
        Mrs. Bat.

        You’re a bad cucumber
        With a greasy black peel.

        You’re a corndog, Mrs. Bat
        Your heart’s an empty hole.
        Your brain’s a rubber ball,
        You’ve got typo’s in your soul.
        Mrs. Bat.

        I wouldn’t touch you with
        someone else’s nineteen point five pole.

        You’re a vile one, Mrs. Bat.
        You can’t scrool with your blue bar
        You have all the tender sweetness
        Of a cowboy minotaur.
        Mrs. Bat.

        Given the choice between the two of you
        I’d take the cowboy minotaur.

        You’re a foul one, Mrs. Bat.
        You’re a baiting, waiting trap.
        Your heart is full of unwashed socks
        Your soul is dying tree sap.
        Mrs. Bat.

        The three words that best describe you,
        are, and I quote: “Boing. Dang. Flap.”

        You’re a liar, Mrs. Bat.
        You’re the queen of sinful plots.
        Your heart’s two pinging dots
        With moldy mayo spots,
        Mrs. Bat.

        Your mind is an appalling dump heap overflowing
        with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
        rubbish imaginable,
        Mangled up in tangled up knots.

        You nauseate me, Mrs. Bat.
        With a nauseous super-naus.
        You’re a space bar abusing typist
        And you run a havkered floopy.
        Mrs. Bat.

        You’re a three decker whooper and oreo sandwich
        With willy web worm sauce.

        *ducks and hides*

        -t

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