Dear Ash, By the time you read this I should be on my way to Mexico. I have to find who this saddle really belongs too. I also lost my clothes somewhere around Michigan but it's ok.
I found Jesus along the way, he sends his regards. He keeps making fun of what I'm wearing cause I mean look at me. Then I tell him to screw off and then I get hit with a large boulder. Love, Stew
How he dose this? All time he make me wait for his. I belong in the trash now. I make the stink now Cowboy Stew. I smell the bad more.
You should tell him the truth my son. Just tell him you got drunk and forgot to come home. And you have found you're savior.
Shut your hole! Now get off that fucking thing and put this saddle on.
Ash takes up a quest to find Stew. Domo dog said, "La woof!"
La woof!
Teh pain make the white ball hurt. I must find the Stew cow before this Jesus can savor his. Domo dog must travel with to make with the smell of Stew smelling.
At the "bar" Jesus and Stew discuss something leading on to a gay Jesus joke. And something to move the story along.
So this Ash is setting out to look for you now you know. I bet he is pretty cheesed, so what are you going to tell him about us?
I liked you better when you were nailed to that cross naked. Don't worry about his stupid ass.
Domo dog has a filthy mouth and Ash is still looking for Stew, duh.
I wishes I knew where he was. Cause my foot are hurt. Walking is the suck, you are sooo smart domo dog.
I would be red, so I would be faster than the other robots. And I would get the software to hunt zombies. I would want to get like the human interaction software but that was like hella expensive.
Smashy, stabby, shooty, stompy, popcorn...
If I were a girl...
I would be a British punk hooker named Fang cause I only got one tooth. And I would like hunt zombies in old castles and crap.
It's just like a tongue ring love. Now let's get some wanky on my chevy.
If I were a dirty hippy...
I would take a bath and stop listening to Jack's dragging his tape recorder behind his car. Maybe shave and get a job far away from coffee houses. Oh, I would ditch the turtlenecks too.
I'm no hippie man. I got a groove and a funk. Watch me write my jive on my Imac. I'm kind of tired now. Where's the Starbucks in this hole?