...wow, this is like a recipe of my past days' random violence row.
Have you seen my two asian friends?
hmmm..NOPE. Now scram bitch!
Don't need to be so mean about it. And what's a bitch?
Butch was going to rip her ears off, of course, but as a special treat he would dress her up like a bitch. If only he could recall where he buried that H&M model last week...
That outside of these squares i can be nekkid. heh-heh-heh.
Hey! remember i can see what you're thinking, this is a cartoon not real life!
D*MN! That's my lesson for today i guess... Well, now that we're done here, how about checking out that kama-sutra book i found? I'll even let you choose first, fan boy.
You don't know, but some people would accuse me of portraying death as a worn-out skeleton, but i beseech thee, that is not my intent. I really do have respect for Him, just not alot.
Hehehe! So? Had enough? Are you going away now or do you want to be completly erased? *waving rubber around in an unsafe way*
FOOL! Know that my powers are unlimited! I can take any guise i wish! *POOF*
Pooe Death is depjessed, nowody seems do dake him sejiously... So he searches for Satan, an old pal, for comfort and a cuddle.
There, there. Now what is the matter? Tell uncle Satan all about it now, remember: Even 18-year old big boys cry when circumcised and bathing the pecker in a soda-natrium solution.
*bouhouhou* Nobody fears me anymore!
What? Did you use your "old lady" routine?
I tried... but he used a rubber and... I couldn't do it! *WHAAAAAA!!!* *cries like a sissy*
Now, obviously you didn't mistake the rubberpun i just made, now did you?
A rubber? Unheard of! Unless.. Was it J. Constantine?
uh, no? No. It wasn't him at all....i think. Um.. *blush*
Flying through the air like rhinoceros on weed are two spiritual images..
I'm Mirre, the cat back home. I'll never meet Klatremus and Co coz they are with Halvgud. *rawr*
That's right, but only because the Animal-Rights Association would be on me like so many sharks.. And you're 500miles away and I won't pay for your ticket.
Pay attention!
*muttermumble* Miaow!
Now over here I'll give you a descript of my closest friends.
I'm a quarter of my brother. That means he can kick my ass because HE has TRAINED in the physical martial arts of JEET-KUNE-DO. Also he's a DJ. So... Don't! Misbehave.
Now, this here is the general background in all my friends' rooms. I'll walk you through some of my friends as well. Let's GO!
I present the famous Christian Hans, whom never ever shall fall into the trap of Red Mist Giving Me These Headaches like my Father.
I represent something this boy never had. Class and Style and the cool monochrome outfit combined with a voice that Enrique would give his left testicle for.
I was the guy's first gf, but he didn't love me like i loved him. Seems a good deal of people do..
I personify Øgli(Lizzu), one of the goons that pushed him around in his early schoolyears..
I don't know if the ape is a secret view about my world opinion or not.
I'm his late Grandmother, I passed away and he thought my cancer was his fault...poor lad.
That belt lookes real nice. And the boots I think are real leather. Nothing absorbes heat more than dead skin... MmMmm..
Now listen, are you cooperating here or not? Your van smells like you dump bodies with it, but i'm no man to label people, so what do you say? Name?
Stab? Suffocate? Grab pen and stab in the eye? Decisions, decisions...
And you should watch those farm implements of yours, doesn't look like they have been cleaned in a while..
In his mind, Butch didn't mind adding the officer to his luggage, but it was getting cramped. Maybe mother was right. Kill'em and Leave'em. Don't Save'em and Cop'em.
Butch. Okay? My name is Butch. Can i go now? *mumblemumble*
I still have to check your luggage, can't be too careful these days.
The desert hid everything so neat. If there was any justice in the world nobody would cop that cop again. Unless they practiced some wyrd voodoo anyway..
YO!
Now what...?
Are you the Acmeâ„¢ delivery boy? Do you have the new Stiff-i-gun I've been waiting for?
In the mean while, butch would get that delivery boy. This could be fun if tv had told any truth about this here Wile Y. Coyote...
He looked like a ho'boy and nothing would taste better than a ho'boy nadger on a stick.
Hey man, seen a coyote around here?
O-kay geezer. Good bye.
Look at this knife, can you deliver your package to me? HEY! Look at me! LOOK AT... oh, what's the point...
As the kid lay there coughing blood, Butch found a folder that the kid had carried around. With wide eyes he wondered what the "Squeal-o-maker" could do a cold and rainy night, at home or at large..
Wile was thinking: I get these gifts from mysterious "W-Bros" and the only thing i had to do was recieve them. "Timing is important" But if the delivery is late, how can there be timing?
Package for you!
*daydreaming*Delicious roadrunner steak, served with just a hint of-What? Show me!
This is a special "Make-a-wound"-kit, just for you!
Cool shiny quality, how does it work? Hey! Whatta- *urgh*
As by magic, the coyote re-appears with no griveous wounds.
?!?
You IDIOT! Now the whole strip is for nothing! Didn't your mother teach you ANYTHING! I can survive everything! But it has to be at the END of the strip, you know?
Watching the news following his own roadtrip of entrails wasn't the joy he had anticipated, knowing that a certain coyote was still alive..
Butch made a mental note of visiting these "We-bros" the coyote had talked about.. If these creators were smeared up against a wall or three, those powers would transfer to him instead..?
There can be only one!
The sound of footsteps in the stairs stopped...
..and in other news, the little town of Fauske in Norway has been acclaimed the birthplace of a computer viz nickname'd Aqualicy.
No! NOOO! Where am I? What is this place? What have I done now??? Halvgud! You'll pay for this!!!
And won't do anything here.. Unless I win the lottery. (subsequently giving me the freedom to buy myself a computer, 1 target courtesy of Bush, and a donut.)
But I just did this to catch a point I can't change because of temporal relativity(And I'm not a donor...yet)
He's on to something here. Might be sleep, being fever-drunk about all those american dreams.
So my point is, that if you pay attention and don't get drafted into the army, you'll be a better cheese next war. And Norwegian commando troops are better than SEAL. So there!
Wow, this forum is great! They even have that video clip of the presidential candidate that stripped for extra points in her campaign earlier this month! *...downloading...*
*ahem*
Yes,what is it now viking-in-my-head?
You failed to praise Mad-eye, therefore you are gay and must delete all porn on your computer.
"Do what must be done!"
%#(/¤)="/¤&¤"!!!
And none of that "Checking for ammo" business for at least a week!
Cool! 17inch black flatscreen monitor! Wow! Battlefield 2 Keyboard! Yeah! This is mine! Everything is mine! *places order on www.komplett.no*
Damn them two-weeks shipping time...
*ahem*
WHAT!?!
Trying to make me uncomfortable now? I've used real money, paid bills, ordered clothes, a new PC, even invested in all the seasons of the famous Babylon 5!
I'm just here to remind you of the acid flashbacks you are going to experience soon.. *chuckles*
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
Don't TOUCH me!
SILENCE! BOW DOWN BEFORE ME!
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Bow down?
if i could speak, i'd tell you to chop your nose off and put it in a bottle, see if i don't.
Only this, and nothing more."
Woah! Butch?
This is my wand, there are many like it but this one is MINE! My wand is my best friend. It is my life. My wand without me is useless. Without my wand, I am useless....etc.
Wait, i know this one... it's a riddle! A devilish contraption meant to (lemleste) my viking brood! I shall prevail!
Dearly beloved, we now follow this young man struggling with his acid flashbacks from a bad batch of Burnbow's "Trooper Bullets", and our friend is re-living BF1942(midway).