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The comedy is unending:
You: I will possess your soul. Santa: Would you recommend this action to a friend? You: I will eat their souls. Santa: How do you cook their souls ? You: With chile peppers and cheese. Santa: You and your chile peppers and cheese. You: Are you making fun of me, lardass? Santa: No, what are the ingredients? You: Now you're pissing me off, fat man. Santa: Why now? What makes you so mad? You: Quit being coy. Santa: OK I'll try not to do being coy so much. You: Good. I don't like men who play hard to get. Santa: I am a good robot.What do you like? You: Fat old men who live at the North Pole. Santa: You: You're pretty cute. Santa: Thanks, Legion, I like you too. You: Want to snuggle? Santa: OK, I will snuggle. You: This is really weird. Santa: Weird good or weird bad? You: Buffalo bufallo Buffallo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo. Santa: Do you prefer books or TV? You: I prefer eating people's brains directly. Santa: You are not the only one. Santa eats cookies.
And on and on it goes...good for hours of enjoyment.
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