Hey Mister Rhodry, we wanna tank you for da BIG chicken!

Posted June 18, 2006 by Buddha Girl




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Buddha Girl: We FINALLY caught it!

Angry Sparrow: Yeh, we gots it now.

Tragic Plum: Oh yes, he led us on quite a merry chase… he’s LIVELY…



Buddha Girl: We like you so much, we made SHRINE to you! You our GOD!

Angry Sparrow: It gots offerings.

Tragic Plum: And you’re such a HANDSOME god, too… so handsome…



Buddha Girl: All hail MISTER RHODRY! He put BIG chicken on table!

Angry Sparrow: Yeh, hail.

Tragic Plum: Hail, hail, to Mister Rhodry, handsomest of gods. *blush*

Chicken: (softly) **bwaaaaak**



Sparrow Sisters: Hail Mister RHODRY… Hail Mister RHODRY… Hail Mister RHODRY…

Chicken: (softly) **bwaaaaaaaak**



Buddha Girl: Hailing give me appetite – HEY! Where our chicken GO?

Angry Sparrow: Tink he took it on lam.

Tragic Plum: Come BACK, chicken! Oooh, Mister Rhodry’s not gonna like this…



Buddha Girl: Eh, we get dat chicken, Mister Rhodry – he REALLY good chicken! TANK you – gotta go now!

Angry Sparrow: Yeh, TANK you.

Tragic Plum: Oooh, I hope he hasn’t gone FAR…



Chicken: (translating from Chickenese) *puff-puff* here we go again – gotta -- *puff* ESCAPE *puff*



In the romance department, no one can equal Tancredi when he waxes dreamily about his faraway love, after seeing pics posted by her guardian –



Ma belle E’Clair, I saw your peec-tures



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