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Florida man's pet cat, also featured on Gray Still Plays in his sims videos, along with her good friend Tonsils.
spleens the cat by Ana.Love-Cathrine November 18, 2019
HOPPY HOLLOW SPLEEN
WHEN YOU HOP AROUND LIKE A JUNGLE BUNNY ON HOLLOWS EVE BEKUZ YOU TRIK OR TREATED IN THE GHETTO AND YOU GOT A NEEDLE STUCK IN YOUR SPLEEN KUZ SOME FOOL PUT IT IN YOUR BIT O HUNNY THATS WHAT HAPPENS ON HOPPY HOLLOW SPLEEN
OWW MY GUT HURTS IT MUST BE HOPPY HOLLOW SPLEEN AGAIN DAM CRACK HEADS POISOND MY TREATS AGAIN CRAZY SPOOKS
HOPPY HOLLOW SPLEEN by SHANNON MOTOWAKAN October 30, 2011
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spleeder by Radishnugget December 26, 2016
Cooked your own spleen
"A well known expression for a newspaper closing" - David Mitchell
To put yourself into a unfortunate/self-damaging situation where the blame cannot be successfully shifted onto someone else i.e. Shooting yourself in the foot
To put yourself into a unfortunate/self-damaging situation where the blame cannot be successfully shifted onto someone else i.e. Shooting yourself in the foot
Phil: Did you get to shag that slag from oceana?
James: Nah fam, got too wasted and passed out
Phil: You've cooked your own spleen, there!
James: I know, bruv
Mike G: Did you break up with Lydia?
Marcel: Nope. Told her I loved her by accident.
Mike G: CYOS.
Reginald Poshington: Hello there old chap! How goes it?
Rogers Chestertonmastercard IV: Not so well, I'm afraid old sport. I just heard back from the Regatta Club and it seems my work to further the segregation amongst the races within my rugby club, albeit a step back into the ways of the splendour of Uncle Adolf, served as a conflict of interests and hence they have heaved me from the running to become a partner. Daddy won't be pleased at all.
Reginald: Well then, old spice! You've cooked your own spleen, haven't you?
Rogers: In deed! This is TRULY a recipe for disaster
News of the world's last headline: "We've Cooked Our Own Spleen"
James: Nah fam, got too wasted and passed out
Phil: You've cooked your own spleen, there!
James: I know, bruv
Mike G: Did you break up with Lydia?
Marcel: Nope. Told her I loved her by accident.
Mike G: CYOS.
Reginald Poshington: Hello there old chap! How goes it?
Rogers Chestertonmastercard IV: Not so well, I'm afraid old sport. I just heard back from the Regatta Club and it seems my work to further the segregation amongst the races within my rugby club, albeit a step back into the ways of the splendour of Uncle Adolf, served as a conflict of interests and hence they have heaved me from the running to become a partner. Daddy won't be pleased at all.
Reginald: Well then, old spice! You've cooked your own spleen, haven't you?
Rogers: In deed! This is TRULY a recipe for disaster
News of the world's last headline: "We've Cooked Our Own Spleen"
Cooked your own spleen by theclassgeek November 9, 2012