affame_le_geant_qualified_to_pull fyn gula as tippy-toed raccoons came forth from nocturnal hiding and riffed through the burn pile at the back of the wooden cart house, finding sucked out pomegranite seeds and scraped persimmon skins, puppertwinkle's final question to tripod during their all night conversation was the one that would, no doubt, determine his next decisive action. and so, it is we who ask... what was puppertwinkle's final question? remember when the little dog was rescued from proina's drowning pool and he first discovered the white cat that saved his life? what was one of the things on her body that most interested and fascinated him? not the missing leg. it was the rubber ring and the elastic pull cord. and that was his final question. "what happens if i pull the cord?" hmmmmmmmmm. "you're not pulling my fucking cord!" tripod said, like sadaam hussein says when asked to allow inspectors in. "then why does it even exist if no one like myself can actually pull it?" puppertwinkle asked, somewhat timidly, fearing retribution. it came as warily expected in the form of a spastic hiss and fiery spit. "rowr!" tripod yelled. "who says i won't let anyone pull it?" she continued. "maybe someone needs to be worthy to pull my world famous cord. have you ever thought of that, huh? huh!?" puppertwinkle shook his head no. "well then," tripod said, putting a retracted claw paw under his quivering chin. "do you think you are worthy to pull it?" puppertwinkle thought a few seconds before answering. he had an instinctual revelation that the pulled cord would reveal his next course of propulsive action. "what would be the qualifications?" he asked, unable to move his head, so he blinked his eyes. twice. tripod yawned long and hard. she wasn't really tired. it was just an animatronic special effect to portray her boredom. then she laughed like robert de niro in taxi driver, or was it cape fear? "i'm just fucking with you, dude." she said falling on her side and smacking the ground with her paws. puppertwinkle could barely make out her words with her crazy-ass laughing. "you're qualified....hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!!!!! go ahead....hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!!!!! pull the fucking cord!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!" 021106 ... 6X its all about a blonde with a tampon and a serious bad attitude 041209 what's it to you? who go blather from