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Embalmer and Rebel in a typical Gettysburg testing session...
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| Fuck you! I am the leader of spam and i will conquer your ass like Gen. Patton when he crossed Da Nang in Desert Storm way back in 1700 when he fought for the independance of blah blah blah blah..... | |
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When things take a violent turn for the worse....
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| Whatever bitch. Oh! I got something to tell you... well, i might as well come outta my shell.... Welcome to my room of Nazi crypt keeper dungeon sex room cutie! | |
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| OH FUCK! GET BACK IN YOUR SHELL! GET BACK IN YOUR CLOSET!! MUST FLEE! HURRY YOU FUCKING WALKING GLUE STICK!!! RUN FASTER!!!! OH! I hope you like the letter we left you... | |
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And so Embalmer reads the letter, and contimplates his life.
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| Dear Embalmer, its ok. we all know your "that" way. We are just happy you are accepting yourself for who you are and have nothing to hide. - The guys from the GB team | |
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| well shit, that didn't go acording as planned. hmmm... well if i can't be myself, maybe Teuf's mom is willing to suck me harder than a Vietnamese prostitute during Tet. | |
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