TET: Pusheen The Envelope

[Nanatsu no Tsuki]

Por eso te pregunte, mira.

Admitelo, compadre.

I can't hear youuuuuu!!! xD

[Luminesa]

We're bad but we're not the worst. That goes to Belgium, for being a lie.

OMG it's true!

Think of the waffles ;_;

So the real reason Hitler invaded Belgium *nods*:

Hitler: OH MY GOSH, GUYS, WE HAVE GOT TO STOP HERE!
*All the tanks stop to a screeching halt behind Hitler's.*
Himmler: Why?! I thought we were in such a rush to book it to Poland, Mein Fuhrer.
Hitler: But there's a Belgian Waffle special at IHOP! I must try it!
Himmler:...Sir, we could always stop in France for break-
Hitler: 50% BELGIAN WAFFLES AT IHOP!!! DO YOU HAVE ANY COMMON SENSE, HEINRICH?!
Himmler: *Mutters to himself.* More than you do...
Hitler: Correct! Now, to the waffles! FOR THE FATHERLAND!!!
Goebbels: *Raises hand.*
Hitler: No, Goebbels, you cannot have coffee. You remember the last time...
Goebbels: *Sighs.* Yes, Mein Fuhrer.

*A day later...*

De Gaulle: *Talking to Chamberlain.* So you mean to tell me...Hitler invaded Belgium
because he wanted waffles?
Chamberlain: Yessir.
De Gaulle: And he conquered it because his waffles were too cold?
Chamberlain: Yes.
De Gaulle: And you're too much of a wuss to take care of him?
Chamberlain: 100%.
De Gaulle: I suspected as much. First, you're fired.
Chamberlain: Awww...*Walks out the room, sad.*
De Gaulle: Second, where's Churchill?
Churchill: *Walks in listening to "Can't Hold Us" by Macklemore, drunk
on a bottle of Jack Daniels.* Tally ho, good chap. Gonna take us a toothbrush
ol' chap and brush him into the mud?
De Gaulle:...Yes. Third, what to do about Belgium?
Churchill: TO WAR, DANG IT!!! *Flips a table out the window.*
De Gaulle:...Indeed. For the waffles. *Tear.*

[Furry Alairia and Algeria]

Going to the place that appeared in my dream that seems empty and desolate is eerily creepy.

[Val Halla]

I am disgusted, frankly. Time to go Llama huntin'

Poor Esty. He pays for the sins of his hoovefathers.

Obviously still his fault

[Nanatsu no Tsuki]

Poor Esty. He pays for the sins of his hoovefathers.

Obviously still his fault

Obviously but, still, so so sad.

[Soldati Senza Confini]

Admitelo, compadre.

I can't hear youuuuuu!!! xD

Nevah!

[Internationalist Bastard]

So I was in Louisiana, as they were sending me to Haiti soon. So me and my UN buddies thought to go into the bayou and have a BBQ with Russel's brothers. Now, Russ makes damn good gumbo, even have his own sauce recipe. Mix that with some Southern whisky, I was having a great time. Now, they pull out the swamp boat, and ask if anyone wants to try and drive it. Naturally, this ended with the swamp boat crashing into something. It ended up being the home of a rather intimidating African American gentleman. We managed to somehow solve the problem with no casualties. He got to talking and we spent maybe an hour talking. So after a while we decided to head back, but when we got back to the place, someone stole our gumbo. After interrogating the other people at the party we realized it must've been the neighbors. So we knock on there door and this guys just non nonchalantly eating our gumbo. Naturally we were mad. After a short round of fisticuffs, we were the apparent victors. To this day, I don't why he had it it, but Russ went out there and planted a Haitian flag on their porch and shouted the invasion was over.

[Val Halla]

Obviously still his fault

Obviously but, still, so so sad.

We mourn for our taller allies

[Barboneia]

So I was in Louisiana, as they were sending me to Haiti soon. So me and my UN buddies thought to go into the bayou and have a BBQ with Russel's brothers. Now, Russ makes damn good gumbo, even have his own sauce recipe. Mix that with some Southern whisky, I was having a great time. Now, they pull out the swamp boat, and ask if anyone wants to try and drive it. Naturally, this ended with the swamp boat crashing into something. It ended up being the home of a rather intimidating African American gentleman. We managed to somehow solve the problem with no casualties. He got to talking and we spent maybe an hour talking. So after a while we decided to head back, but when we got back to the place, someone stole our gumbo. After interrogating the other people at the party we realized it must've been the neighbors. So we knock on there door and this guys just non nonchalantly eating our gumbo. Naturally we were mad. After a short round of fisticuffs, we were the apparent victors. To this day, I don't why he had it it, but Russ went out there and planted a Haitian flag on their porch and shouted the invasion was over.

...That is the greatest thing I've read all week.

[Nanatsu no Tsuki]

Admitelo, compadre.

I can't hear youuuuuu!!! xD

Nevah!

Even Chikungunya.

[Ava Ire]

So I was in Louisiana, as they were sending me to Haiti soon. So me and my UN buddies thought to go into the bayou and have a BBQ with Russel's brothers. Now, Russ makes damn good gumbo, even have his own sauce recipe. Mix that with some Southern whisky, I was having a great time. Now, they pull out the swamp boat, and ask if anyone wants to try and drive it. Naturally, this ended with the swamp boat crashing into something. It ended up being the home of a rather intimidating African American gentleman. We managed to somehow solve the problem with no casualties. He got to talking and we spent maybe an hour talking. So after a while we decided to head back, but when we got back to the place, someone stole our gumbo. After interrogating the other people at the party we realized it must've been the neighbors. So we knock on there door and this guys just non nonchalantly eating our gumbo. Naturally we were mad. After a short round of fisticuffs, we were the apparent victors. To this day, I don't why he had it it, but Russ went out there and planted a Haitian flag on their porch and shouted the invasion was over.

What in the world?....

[Internationalist Bastard]

So I was in Louisiana, as they were sending me to Haiti soon. So me and my UN buddies thought to go into the bayou and have a BBQ with Russel's brothers. Now, Russ makes damn good gumbo, even have his own sauce recipe. Mix that with some Southern whisky, I was having a great time. Now, they pull out the swamp boat, and ask if anyone wants to try and drive it. Naturally, this ended with the swamp boat crashing into something. It ended up being the home of a rather intimidating African American gentleman. We managed to somehow solve the problem with no casualties. He got to talking and we spent maybe an hour talking. So after a while we decided to head back, but when we got back to the place, someone stole our gumbo. After interrogating the other people at the party we realized it must've been the neighbors. So we knock on there door and this guys just non nonchalantly eating our gumbo. Naturally we were mad. After a short round of fisticuffs, we were the apparent victors. To this day, I don't why he had it it, but Russ went out there and planted a Haitian flag on their porch and shouted the invasion was over.

...That is the greatest thing I've read all week.

These are the voyages of Drunk Alex

[Nanatsu no Tsuki]

Obviously but, still, so so sad.

We mourn for our taller allies

Height ain't nothing but a numbah.

[Dyakovo]

So I was in Louisiana, as they were sending me to Haiti soon. So me and my UN buddies thought to go into the bayou and have a BBQ with Russel's brothers. Now, Russ makes damn good gumbo, even have his own sauce recipe. Mix that with some Southern whisky, I was having a great time. Now, they pull out the swamp boat, and ask if anyone wants to try and drive it. Naturally, this ended with the swamp boat crashing into something. It ended up being the home of a rather intimidating African American gentleman. We managed to somehow solve the problem with no casualties. He got to talking and we spent maybe an hour talking. So after a while we decided to head back, but when we got back to the place, someone stole our gumbo. After interrogating the other people at the party we realized it must've been the neighbors. So we knock on there door and this guys just non nonchalantly eating our gumbo. Naturally we were mad. After a short round of fisticuffs, we were the apparent victors. To this day, I don't why he had it it, but Russ went out there and planted a Haitian flag on their porch and shouted the invasion was over.

Was this before or after going jogging in NYC witha gun on your hip?

[Furry Alairia and Algeria]

So I was in Louisiana, as they were sending me to Haiti soon. So me and my UN buddies thought to go into the bayou and have a BBQ with Russel's brothers. Now, Russ makes damn good gumbo, even have his own sauce recipe. Mix that with some Southern whisky, I was having a great time. Now, they pull out the swamp boat, and ask if anyone wants to try and drive it. Naturally, this ended with the swamp boat crashing into something. It ended up being the home of a rather intimidating African American gentleman. We managed to somehow solve the problem with no casualties. He got to talking and we spent maybe an hour talking. So after a while we decided to head back, but when we got back to the place, someone stole our gumbo. After interrogating the other people at the party we realized it must've been the neighbors. So we knock on there door and this guys just non nonchalantly eating our gumbo. Naturally we were mad. After a short round of fisticuffs, we were the apparent victors. To this day, I don't why he had it it, but Russ went out there and planted a Haitian flag on their porch and shouted the invasion was over.

What a peaceful resolve

[Soldati Senza Confini]

Nevah!

Even Chikungunya.

[Hurdegaryp]

...That is the greatest thing I've read all week.

These are the voyages of Drunk Alex

And the moral of the story is: don't drive swamp boats when drunk. It'll cost you your gumbo.

[Internationalist Bastard]

So I was in Louisiana, as they were sending me to Haiti soon. So me and my UN buddies thought to go into the bayou and have a BBQ with Russel's brothers. Now, Russ makes damn good gumbo, even have his own sauce recipe. Mix that with some Southern whisky, I was having a great time. Now, they pull out the swamp boat, and ask if anyone wants to try and drive it. Naturally, this ended with the swamp boat crashing into something. It ended up being the home of a rather intimidating African American gentleman. We managed to somehow solve the problem with no casualties. He got to talking and we spent maybe an hour talking. So after a while we decided to head back, but when we got back to the place, someone stole our gumbo. After interrogating the other people at the party we realized it must've been the neighbors. So we knock on there door and this guys just non nonchalantly eating our gumbo. Naturally we were mad. After a short round of fisticuffs, we were the apparent victors. To this day, I don't why he had it it, but Russ went out there and planted a Haitian flag on their porch and shouted the invasion was over.

Was this before or after going jogging in NYC witha gun on your hip?

And again, I have a brain that makes memories all the time https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wernicke% ... f_syndrome
So either enjoy my possibly bullshit memories or be obnoxious

[Luminesa]

So I was in Louisiana, as they were sending me to Haiti soon. So me and my UN buddies thought to go into the bayou and have a BBQ with Russel's brothers. Now, Russ makes damn good gumbo, even have his own sauce recipe. Mix that with some Southern whisky, I was having a great time. Now, they pull out the swamp boat, and ask if anyone wants to try and drive it. Naturally, this ended with the swamp boat crashing into something. It ended up being the home of a rather intimidating African American gentleman. We managed to somehow solve the problem with no casualties. He got to talking and we spent maybe an hour talking. So after a while we decided to head back, but when we got back to the place, someone stole our gumbo. After interrogating the other people at the party we realized it must've been the neighbors. So we knock on there door and this guys just non nonchalantly eating our gumbo. Naturally we were mad. After a short round of fisticuffs, we were the apparent victors. To this day, I don't why he had it it, but Russ went out there and planted a Haitian flag on their porch and shouted the invasion was over.

...Somehow this made me so happy. Just...wow.

Only in New Orleans.

[Hurdegaryp]

Was this before or after going jogging in NYC witha gun on your hip?

And again, I have a brain that makes memories all the time https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wernicke% ... f_syndrome
So either enjoy my possibly bullshit memories or be obnoxious

Dyakovo is versatile enough to do both.

[Luminesa]

Obviously still his fault

Obviously but, still, so so sad.

NO KITTY DO NOT CRY!!! *Hugs Nana and Nana-kitty.*

[Nanatsu no Tsuki]

Was this before or after going jogging in NYC witha gun on your hip?

And again, I have a brain that makes memories all the time https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wernicke% ... f_syndrome
So either enjoy my possibly bullshit memories or be obnoxious

Dear, if your WKS is causing your brain to make up memories, then none of what you claimed there happened. If true, then eh. Carry on.

[Ava Ire]

Was this before or after going jogging in NYC witha gun on your hip?

And again, I have a brain that makes memories all the time https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wernicke% ... f_syndrome
So either enjoy my possibly bullshit memories or be obnoxious

I must wonder, though, how does gumbo taste?

So I was in Louisiana, as they were sending me to Haiti soon. So me and my UN buddies thought to go into the bayou and have a BBQ with Russel's brothers. Now, Russ makes damn good gumbo, even have his own sauce recipe. Mix that with some Southern whisky, I was having a great time. Now, they pull out the swamp boat, and ask if anyone wants to try and drive it. Naturally, this ended with the swamp boat crashing into something. It ended up being the home of a rather intimidating African American gentleman. We managed to somehow solve the problem with no casualties. He got to talking and we spent maybe an hour talking. So after a while we decided to head back, but when we got back to the place, someone stole our gumbo. After interrogating the other people at the party we realized it must've been the neighbors. So we knock on there door and this guys just non nonchalantly eating our gumbo. Naturally we were mad. After a short round of fisticuffs, we were the apparent victors. To this day, I don't why he had it it, but Russ went out there and planted a Haitian flag on their porch and shouted the invasion was over.

...Somehow this made me so happy. Just...wow.

Only in New Orleans.

Way down yonder in New Orleans....

[Nanatsu no Tsuki]

Obviously but, still, so so sad.

NO KITTY DO NOT CRY!!! *Hugs Nana and Nana-kitty.*

I have feels for the poor alpacas and llamas and guanacos.

[Internationalist Bastard]

And again, I have a brain that makes memories all the time https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wernicke% ... f_syndrome
So either enjoy my possibly bullshit memories or be obnoxious

Dear, if your WKS is causing your brain to make up memories, then none of what you claimed there happened. If true, then eh. Carry on.

That's what I'm saying. So you can either enjoy these stories that my brain forces unto me, or waste your time trying to call me out.