What is the avatar above you thinking?

This is getting old. If you keep hiding in the same place what's the point of playing?

 

You children keep it down! DON'T MAKE ME COME UP THERE!

 

"That is NOT a dog-house, Snoopy!"

 

On your marks... get set...

 

(love it!)


"I hope this package isn't cash on delivery."

 

All right, new challenge... you ready?

Rock... Paper... Scissors... SHOOT!

 

Bad
Hair
Day.
Grrrrrrrrrrr!

 

Excellent! (Complete with Mr. Burn's gesture.)

 

I have a muscle cramp in my arm, can you see that?

 

"I'm prettier than her!"

 

I may look angry, but my clothing is just very uncomfortable.

 

I'm so mad, I'm shooting daggars out my eyes...well...more like these weird beams...but still...mad at YOU *point*

 

Am so.
. . . . . . Am not.
Am so.
. . . . . . Am not.
Am so.
. . . . . . Am not.

 

I hate this thing. Get me out of it- NOW.

 

I even look pretty in photos with bad composition and poor contrast. I'm just lucky that way.

 

Okay, you're my evil twin, right? Here to impersonate me and do evil stuff of which I'll take the blame and the entire frickin' nation's police force for?

To the fires with that. We're duking it out here and now.

 

Hey...are you looking up my robes? Remember what I told you about coveting?

 

Nope... I really don't see the resemblance.

 

Snoopy, you have a perfectly good doghouse. Why don't you use it? What...it is infested with little yellow birds? You're a wuss.

 

I didn't know I had a twin.

 

Gee.

 

First image: "Wow, that's me when I'm older?"

Second image: "Damn right, kid."

 

Look into my eyes

 

So what? I watched the Cooking Channel last night instead of Conan O'Brien's last show. Sheez- that does NOT make me an idiot mister.

 

Oh, a giant diaper? Gee, thanks, now I can "go" anywhere... ahhh....