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| Shontom & Tibes' |
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| DO NOT COPY ANY GRAPHICS! IT ABUSES DA COPYRIGHT LAW. I BROWSE WEBSITES, AND IF MEW STEAL ANY FROM DIS PAGE AND/OR ANY OFUR PAGES IN SHONTOM'S WORLD, I'LL FIND OUT AND DO SOMETING PRETTY BAD! |
| Shontom: Tibes, isn't my shirt kinda tacky? Tibes: No deary, it's just find. Welcome all da guests, pwease! Dere coming on to dis page wike rockets! Shontom: Hewo effury one, on da page or wooking at it on mewr catputer. Tibes: Pwease grab a bite to eat or get sumting to dwink, we don't want our guests to be starving during da wedwink, now do we? Shontom: Oh of course not. Tibes: Oh, Shontom dearie, it's not a question, just a type uff talk. A little expression. Shontom: Oh...Heh Heh...Dat's right. *sigh..* Tibes: I heard dat...Aren't mew happy? Mewr making me wast my time dear, I need to talk to da guests. Tibes: Ok effuryone, it's just dat dere's no cake. Why? Were no- Shontom: Oh, and MEWR acting wike mewr da host uff our wedwink. Who's da second wedwinker here? Tibes: Mew. Shontom: Dat's wright, so wet's do dis togefer. Tibes: Fine den, first let me carry on... Tibes: Anyways, dats because we're not ready yet. Shontom: Now, just walk up to da snack table and get a bite to eat. |
| Mewsic Pwaying: Rose - Titanic |
| Ability to View Dis Page hasNow, Officlaly EXPIRED. For all cats. Tibes and Shontom does NOT = Luff anymore. |
| What we were Saying at da Wedwink: |
| Chelsea Tibes |
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| Rememfur my old term, "Shontom + Tibes = Luff?" Well, dat's no longer my term. It is Shontom + Chelsea = Luff. It all started when I was visiting earf wike I always do, and just barley getting time at Rainbow Bridge, I was checkin' out da klub I was in, Fat is Fun by Troubie, and i'm on da Fat is Fun memorial page. I was wookin' around, I said, "Gee, I iz starvin'!" and wooked at were I was, and as I scrolled down to cwick on me name & picfur, and a new memfur had passed away. Her name was Chelsea. She wooked wike a purebred calico; and I tink she was. I wooked at her page. Den mine. A cat I knew frum Da Agency named Bandit signed my memorial book. He said Chelsea was his sisfur and I could be wink-winks wif her. I e-mewed him; he e-mewed back; I asked my also dead wink-wink to dump me, she said no, Den I wittle later yes. I'm no longer a King, My bro Dylin is. He wedwinked wif Tibes, and I married Chelsea. And dat's da story. |
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