Dadgummit to Hankity Stankin Foodicund! !#$!#$@%! I pulled my son out of school so he didn't have his mind corrupted by the Third Horseman of the Apocalypse, yesterday.
I heard something late at night. I thought it was a burglar, so I tiptoed out with the 60mm machine gun I keep under my bed for such occasions. From my basement recreation room, I caught snatches of words sounding like they were being grunted up by a Tasmanian.
Loren M. Lambert © September 9, 2009
I heard something late at night. I thought it was a burglar, so I tiptoed out with the 60mm machine gun I keep under my bed for such occasions. From my basement recreation room, I caught snatches of words sounding like they were being grunted up by a Tasmanian.
Loren M. Lambert © September 9, 2009
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