>seems like your hippos have lost their appetite, mr. Bond
Seems like your hippos have lost their appetite, mr. Bond
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Formerly skinny
post vidya game ones
>Oh James, you didn't think those weave coupons would impress me, did you?
>Excuse me Ms Bond, but the management has asked you to stop dancing on top of the tables
>headshot, mr. bond
>it seems you have a reactor leak, Mr Bond.
>No Mrs Bond that man in the blue suit isnt a Crip, He is the Manager.
>Mrs Bond for the last time we don't cash you outside
>No Ms Bond, we don’t accept “them foodstamps” at this table
>Mrs Bond, we do not serve "Dat Purple Drank" at the gaming table.
>Mrs Bond I'm afraid Laverne and Soniqua will have to leave if you can't stop them shouting.
What's her name gonna be anyway? Jane? Jessica? Jaqueysha?
La'Bondisha
Seems tha- .. Ms. Bond you don't need to smuggle hennessy, we have a fully stocked wet bar and drinks are on the house.
> Well, well Mr. Bond it seems you've gotten caught up in the CROSSFIRE™.
>Mrs Bond, please refrain from twerking on the gaming table
these threads started out great but please stop trying now
> I'm afraid I'm not familiar with Tonk.
kek