 | That's a big building.  | It's not that big. big enough. It'll take forever to search all that. | Well lazy boy, you can't be all that hungry then. I am hungry but I'm hungry now. | Fine, there's plenty of human jerky around here, go make some foobs out of that. maybe I will. | Ok, have fun. Oh I will, Plentiful and nutritious fun. And you can't have any. | here I was just now, thinking I'd heard all the bullshit you'd had to offer. Giddy-up. |
by Lliam Amor, Dan Beeston and the Goatlord.
©2009 Dan Beeston
Has he gone yet...?
I managed to slip the chains and chew my way through the cage bars. Though I wish I'd known they were made from chocolate sooner, I wouldn't have had to go on a hunger strike so I could slip the chains. Now I think about it, the chains had a definite aroma of liquorice whip about them...
FUCK YOU SANTA, FUCK YOU TO HELL!!
He won't get me so easily next year.
In my defense though, for a fat prick, he sure is sneaky.
