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"MMMPHYMMMPHY!"
2006-05-08 - 11:53 p.m.
“What are you doing?” “Watching TV. Eating marshmallows.” “Just marshmallows?” “Yes, just marshmallows. They are delicious. Now shutup and leave me alone.” “Chubby bunny?” “Excuse me?” “Chubby bunny?” “What the fuck are you talking about?” “Haven’t you ever played ‘Chubby Bunny’?” “You know, I’d swear you’re speaking English, but I have no fucking idea what you’re saying. What the hell is ‘Chubby Bunny’?” “It’s where you take a marshmallow and shove it in your mouth and say ‘chubby bunny.’ Then you shove more marshmallows in your mouth, and after each one you try to say ‘chubby bunny.’ The person who can say ‘chubby bunny’ with the most marshmallows in their mouth wins.” “Chubby bunny. Like that?” “Yeah, but that’s only one. And you don’t eat it, you retard. You keep it in your mouth and add another one and then try to say ‘chubby bunny’.” “Chubby mmphbunny.” “What’s that? Two? Keep going.” “Chummphymmumnphy.” “Three? That’s it? Pathetic. I’m embarrassed for you. Give me the damn bag, and I’ll show you how it’s done.” “No! I can do better, I swear! Let me try again.” “No, it’s my turn. Okay one…chubby bunny. And two…chubby bunny. And three…*choke*chumphybmphy*choke*” “HAHAHAHA! You SUCK, Mr. ‘Let me show you how it’s done’! HAHAHA! “ “The marshmallows were too dry! It’s not my fault! I’ll do it again, and THIS time I’ll show you, ass!” “No way, man, it’s totally my turn!” “Give me the damn bag! I’m doing it again!” “CHUBBY BUNNY! THAT’S ONE! CHUBBY BUNNY! THAT’S TWO!” “YOU’RE EATING THEM ALL! GIVE ME THE GODDAMN BAG!” “CHUBBYMMPHBUNNY! THAT’SH THREEMPH! CHMMPHY BMMPHY! FO’!” “CHUBBYBUNNY! CHUBBYBUNNY! CHUBBYBUNNY! CHUMPHY BUNNMPHY! FO’! THAS FO’! WINNAH!” “CHUMPHYBUMPHY, YOU ASH! FI`! I MMPHH FI’!” “CHMMPHYMMPHHY! MMMPHMMMPHHH! MMMPH!” “MMMHHPHYMMPHHY MMHPHY MMMPH! MMPH MMPH!” “MMPH MMPHMMMPPHH! MMPHY MMHPHMMPHY! MMMHPHMMMPHMMMMP---” “What the fuck are you two doing?” “…” “Ermph, numphin.” “We jusht…we’re just, um, nothing.” “Idiots. I live with idiots.”Some people discuss politics or current events, some people go out and do interesting stuff, some people have lives. My household? We cram our faces full of marshmallows and scream “CHUBBY BUNNY” for hours on end. Intellectuals, that’s us. On a side note, I have no idea why I can’t lose weight. It’s a mystery, is what it is.
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