Chase the Weaselby Chase Spergen ![]() November 10, 2003 All around the Crunchberry bowl
the monkey chased the weasel. The monkey thought it was fuckin' funny until "POP!" goes the weasel! The fucking weasel exploded, I'm not kidding. It was fuckin' raunchy. Up and down the hallway stairs the monkey chased the weasel. The monkey liked to give 'im a scare then "POP!" went the weasel. Goddammit monkey! Quit chasing those weasels! There's no way we're getting the security deposit back now. Christ on a bike! Back and forth in front of the T.V. the monkey chased the weasel. And just before the start of the O.C. "POP!" goes the weasel! I AM NOT FUCKING KIDDING AROUND, MONKEY! It's like Vietnam in here! You think I'm going to be able to convince girls that "Weasel Gore" was a wallpapering option? You're on thin, thin fucking ice, monkey. Through the day and all through the night the monkey chased the weasel. The weasel he did put up a good fight but still, "POP!" went the weasel. All around the goddamned house Chase, he chased the monkey. He'd teach that ape to mess up his pad… then "POP!" goes the weasel! FUCK! That's it, I give up! Do what you want monkey. Hey, don't give me that sad face. Okay, okay, you're still my buddy. Come to think of it, we do seem to have a pretty bad weasel infestation in this place. Probably a good thing I've got a monkey, actually. Quote of the Day“Impartiality is a pompous name for indifference, which is an elegant name for Cletus, my inbred asscrack of a neighbor about whom I am far from indifferent.”-CK Festerchild Fortune 500 CookieYou wir find gleat rove in an ord flend. That's not an accented translation; you just have a really weird fortune this week. It's time to face the facts, or at least the facts of life: even if you manage to get that face you drew on your hand pregnant, it's just going to be one more mouth to feed. This week's lucky ringtones: Hangin' Tough, Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm, Two Princes, Kokomo.Try again later. Favorite Porn Magazines
Deuce slapped so hard his beak was loose. But Bruce and Luce they called truce, and drank a can of blue moose juice. The goose he drank it through a sluice. Norman Snoran, small recluse, lives deep inside a red caboose. He's solitary, one... (10/27/03) Radiation Plantation "Radiation Plantation," I spoke the information. "Scott?" Scott blew snot on a pink carnation. "Ready the gammaram, and prepare for floatation." "Aye aye, captain," he replied as he spied a crustacean. So at last we'd found... (10/13/03) The Insomnia of Ransom Ripple Ransom Ripple's twisted nipples kept him from his sleep. The night was long, as Ransom's thong straight up his ass would creep. An incessant dripping at his ears was nipping, as it echoed from the sink. "This noisy room will be my... (9/29/03) |