Friday, November 04, 2005

 

JUST DEEP FRIED THE FUCK OUT OF COBRA COMMANDER

OWNED, BONED, DETHRONED.

DO NEVER TOUCH THE BARONESS, GROPEY.

KNOW I'M KICKING BACK WITH 3 VLASSIC PICKLES, A SNAPPLE LEMON ICE TEA AND A SQUARE OF GRAHAM CRACKERS.

GET NEXT YEAR'S BUDGET KNOCKED OUT IN ALL DAY MEETINGS? HAVE ANOTHER BRIAZZ COOKIE, HUMONGOUS.

MRH,
SATED

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

 

THERE REALLY ISN'T MUCH YOU CAN DO IF I MAKE AN ANATOMICALLY CORRECT SNOWMAN

LOOK WHAT I LEARNED IN SEX-ED TODAY. OWNED!

FOUR HOURS ISN'T A WASTE OF TIME, ITS A COMMITMENT TO EXCELLENCE.

OH IS IT TO COLD FOR YOU TO COME OUT AND CHALLENGE ME? IS THAT WHY YOU CALLED THE PO-PO TO CRUISE THE BLOCK? BETA-MALE OPIE.

MAYBE YOU SHOULD INVEST IN SOME MOONBOOTS, MITTENS CONNECTED AROUND THE SHOULDER WITH A STRING (LOSING MITTENS IS NOT AN OPTION), JAPANESE KAMIKAZE SKULL CAP AND A KNEE LENGTH HOT PINK COLUMBIA JACKET (YES IT IS REVERSIBLE, NO YOU CAN NOT AFFORD).

STEP TO ME WHEN YOU ARE READY, ME AND FROSTY WILL BE HERE ON THE LAWN, SHARING AN 8 MASHMELLOW HOT CHOCOLATE, 3 OTTER POPS AND A MONEYBELT FULL OF LICORICE LAUGHING AT THE WOMANISH MAN GLARING AT US FROM BEHIND THE CURTAINS.

MRH,
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHT OF SNOWMEN

Monday, October 31, 2005

 

JUST OWNED THE FUCK OUT OF THE LOCAL PUT-PUT GOLF COURSE

DIGTBK.

CHECKERED POLYESTER PANTS: CHECK
AIRWOLF MUSCLE SHIRT: CHECK
MAROON ROOS: YOU CAN'T AFFORD

HAD MY WAY WITH THE WINDMILL, GOT THROWN OFF BY THE CLOWN. FUCKER KEPT LAUGHING AT ME.

DO NOT STEP TO ME WHEN I'M OVER THE BALL. I WILL DOUBLE FOOT JUMP IN THE WATER HAZZARD AND ATTACK YOU WITH MY MINIATURE PENCIL.

OH, I'M SORRY, THAT ISN'T PROPER PUT-PUT ETIQUETTE? JUST TAKE YOUR SQUIRRLEY LITTLE KID TO THE BATTING CAGES, OPIE.

FINISHED OFF THE DAY AT THE CLUB HOUSE/ARCADE WITH A COKE ICEE AND TWO MONSTER SOFT PRETZELS (WITH SALT).


MRH,
KNOWS THE ANGLES

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