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miner-king:

evilboyspicer:

 His eyes narrowed, his lips pursing. “Are you trying to trick me?” He said. “Ground type trainer? I thought you were the Earth Dragon— or something like that.” Jack crosses his arms with a snort.

“Did you get the memory of an old man too? I knew the Xiaolin Losers were a bunch of idiots, but gee,” I’ll just say “sand sack for brains” then c:

“Earth dragon? Like Flygon or Garchomp or somethin’?” Clay crossed his arms over his chest. “Really though, I don’t know what yer talkin’ about!”

“…I ain’t that old! I-is 40 old ta ya? Who’re ya callin’ idiot. Not able to tell that I’m not the guy yer lookin’ fer!” Keep those earth puns ready B)

 ”Flygon? Garchomp? Are those Shen Gong Wu?” Clearly, this was a quality conversation as neither Jack or the cowpoke knew what one another were saying.

"Forty?" He made a face. "Eh, the years are not kind to you." He suspiciously looked up and down at the man, his brows meeting in confusion. "You have a funny accent, a funny hat, funny pants — and you’re name’s Clay. Duh you’re who I am looking for!” Because, of course, there cannot be more than one cowboy. I am from XS THE ENTIRE SHOW IS A PUN

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miner-king:

evilboyspicer:

 ”Well, I mean,” He put a finger on his chin with raised eyebrows. “You just really let yourself go, gee. I thought Kung Fu meant you had to be fit — not grow a funky looking beard, and gain weight. I mean—” He snickered. “Not that you were tiny anyway, boulder-brains!”

“Kung Fu? I never did any o’ that! I ain’t Marshal, that’s fer sure!” Clay’s hands balled into fists. “And whaddya mean by boulder brains? There ain’t anythin’ wrong with bein’ a ground type trainer!” lets just conveniently forget that “boulder brains” is a more fitting insult for rock type trainers.

 His eyes narrowed, his lips pursing. “Are you trying to trick me?” He said. “Ground type trainer? I thought you were the Earth Dragon— or something like that.” Jack crosses his arms with a snort.

"Did you get the memory of an old man too? I knew the Xiaolin Losers were a bunch of idiots, but gee," I’ll just say “sand sack for brains” then c:

Herein all cowboys are default named Clay.

OOC:

Actually I have to bid you all adieu ~

leave replies in my ask, if you’d like!

-grayscale:

there once was a man from nantucket

who was getting tattoo’d on a bucket

the ringmaster slipped

and drew on a dick

but the guy shrugged, and said ‘whatevs. fuck it.’

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theblindbandit-:

evilboyspicer:

 ”Well, I mean — dhgkjl;rekjhg” He sputtered out random noises in frustration. “You’re just extra smart, I guess! If I was predictable, I wouldn’t be as good as whupping those Xiaolin butts as I am!” He said proudly, trying to convince himself more than the girl.

…… Ahh….?

[All she heard was a fury of random words and sounds.]

 He glanced back at her. “… You know, Xiaolin, Heylin — oh god I thought you were cool, don’t tell me you are one of those random people on the sidelines that don’t know anything!”

-grayscale:

the tattoos which lie

across our chest display a

very obscene dick.

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kinkyeyepatchshit:

Heyyyyyy if it ain’t another damn ginger ta th’convention, yoooooo take a seat, take a seat right over here help yerself ta punch an pie and take out yer holy books on th’ginger race

so basically a catalog fer off-brand cotton an egg timers. An guns. Maybe.

Suuuuup, man.

 

 ”…” Jack looked at the guy that was talking to him — okay, not really talking, more like… babbling.

"Wow your accent is more annoying than that little yellow brats."

Anonymous asked: Talking about Kimblee, you and him are both voiced by the same actor in the latin-american dub version, just saying XD

// OH MY GOSH REALLY?!?! This makes me feel cooler for no real reason. *__*

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theblindbandit-:

evilboyspicer:

 ”Predictable?!” He shouts, his voice crack. He stomps his foot on the ground throwing a small tantrum. “Am not! Hm!”

Sure you aren’t. That’s totally why I knew you were making faces at me.

 ”Well, I mean — dhgkjl;rekjhg” He sputtered out random noises in frustration. “You’re just extra smart, I guess! If I was predictable, I wouldn’t be as good as whupping those Xiaolin butts as I am!” He said proudly, trying to convince himself more than the girl.