Episode 17 Brian Wallows and Peter’s Swallows
Episode 17 Brian Wallows and Peter’s Swallows
March 17, 2008 | View Comments | Season 3
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March 17, 2008 | View Comments | Season 3
Episode 17 Brian Wallows and Peter’s Swallows
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it wont work ??
Awww id miss those wee birds too
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Doesn’t Work….. U say updated on every episode, but it doesn’t work
Aww, that was so sad.
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Ew at the bird shit on his beard xD
lol peter with a date with a swallow LAWL!
Updated !
nice ep.. i like it
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nice ep !
iam peter griffing not you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
a sad episode
i love family guy its so unique,funny and grown up at the same time
brian and pearl are like harold and maude..lol.
Didn’t work for me before.
I cleared my cookies and cache,And reconnected the internet and now ita works ^-^’
NIGGER!
you are a t w a t!! no1 likes you!!! (i like this ep)
NOOOOO!!! PEARL DIES| NOOOOOOOOOOOOO|FU
hahahaha Brian's feeling sad and the dr lowers the tone by saying ” hey who wants to see a dead body.” i kept on laughing for ages
You don't understand the natural workings of time and how an object moving within the phenomena that we usually refer to as 'time' reacts to his surroundings, in this case being time, do you? You see for time to exist you need at least an object that moves true time, as such object:| time:—-/ |————|. In the process of travelling true time this object will reaction to it's surroundings, in this case being time, is often predictable if you know the nature of the object that is travelling true this time space. In this case the object is a human.
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-Fuck this I'm to stoned-
Totally reminds me of forward climbing out of a quartz mine riding on a burlap sack cabbage roll. I am magically whisked away by the chin lamp curtains of south pimple printer gorge. I noticed that ceiling fans laugh sarcastically at the divine intervention of soiled finger nails. Yet I find myself still walking backwards through quartz mines as the stalagmites of former egg salad sandwiches hiss at each other regarding a peanut butter box holding the only molar toaster.
Totally reminds me of forward climbing out of a quartz mine riding on a burlap sack cabbage roll. I am magically whisked away by the chin lamp curtains of south pimple printer gorge. I noticed that ceiling fans laugh sarcastically at the divine intervention of soiled finger nails. Yet I find myself still walking backwards through quartz mines as the stalagmites of former egg salad sandwiches hiss at each other regarding a peanut butter box holding the only molar toaster.