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So there I was.......

...a picture of someones beloved...
 
... a clone army to be equipped with cheap knock-off Rambo knives ...
 
.... with corks on the tip so they hurt themselves, in the meantime ...
 
...the COC was field testing the new liquor dispensers in the JR Club...
 
... they were somewhat broken, as I sit down to enjoy my gallon shot of Tequila, I wonder ...
 
...what would happen if I mix it with...
 
....  whiskey and rum and vodka, I awoke several days later ...
 
.... having found I had sworn allegiance to some shady organization who had promptly emptied my wallet ...
 
.... a box of expired IMPs, I put on my new beret and snazzy dress pants and headed ...
 
... to the can to ponder these new stitches I found in my ...
 
.... pound of my liver, but it being so booze soaked they better not smoke around it ...
 
...so they wrung it and strained it through a loaf of bread...
 
... and made some moose milk so all their troubles would just melt away. But suddenly an assault team from ....
 
... some mysterious regional emancipation and defence group stormed in, shouting "Free Ogopogo", or words to that effect ....
 
.... waving a pamphlet written in mystic phrases and gibberish, I picked up my rubber hose and garbage can lid shield and commenced ...
 
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