All I Got Left is My THREAD BOMBS!

And so...the Cosby Epoch of TBBS begins.

Peeple popple poo...Ghost Dad!

 

Holy shit! what have I done...




No, now that I think of it; it wasn't my fault... cooleddie used the magic word first! Has NO ONE ever told you about the power of the dark side? -how could you do this to us???!?

I better be quick with the lolcats, they're our only defence against the cosby's:

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Fleeble flapple boppity boop. Leonard Part Six.

And that's my answer.

 

Does not compute!

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Because he's the frizzle frazzle zippity zop that Gotham deserves, not the doop dop scazoo the jello pudding that Gotham needs right now...

 

Theo!!!

 

I've never seen a Star Trek version of this one. Figured I'd fix that.

 

I prefer the vegetarian option:




.... and now that song is in your head.

 

I have no idea what the fuck this thing is, so no, there is no song in my head.

 

Legend has it that if you get a Meat Spin from a guy who's wearing a Cosby Sweater and just gave a Dirty Sanchez to a lady who also received a Cleveland Steamer from a fellow who enjoys getting Rusty Trombones then you win a free Goatse.

So I hear.

 

^ That's what the teabaggers want you to believe.

 

Cleveland Steamer Is that some version of a blue waffle?

 

Okay, now you've gone too far.

The children!

 

I'm just askin'!

 

Yup

 

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