October 2015 Spamfest

[Ken PE 3.1]

We need help

 

[Ken PE 3.1]

We need help

 

[Ken PE 3.1]

We need help

 

[Ken PE 3.1]

We need help

 

[Ken PE 3.1]

We need help

 

[Ken PE 3.1]

We need help

 

[glockjacket P.E.]

And if you screw up just this much, you’ll be flying a cargo plane full of rubber dog shit out of Hong Kong!
 

 

[glockjacket P.E.]

No. No, Mav, this is not a good idea

 

[glockjacket P.E.]

Sorry Goose, but it’s time to buzz a tower

 

[glockjacket P.E.]

What are you doing? You’re slowing down, you’re slowing down!

 

[glockjacket P.E.]

I’m bringing him in closer, Merlin.

 

[glockjacket P.E.]

You’re gonna do WHAT?

 

[P-E]

have another beer

 

[Ken PE 3.1]

I'll bring him close, hit the brakes and he'll fly right by

 

[Ken PE 3.1]

Come on 7000

 

[Ken PE 3.1]

My sister kicked me in the balls once.

 

[Ken PE 3.1]

Once.

 

[Ken PE 3.1]

Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse.

 

[Ken PE 3.1]

Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse.

 

[Ken PE 3.1]

Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse.