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Good man. Nixon's pro-war and pro-family. No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don't own! Fatal. Ah, the 'Breakfast Club' soundtrack! I can't wait til I'm old enough to feel ways about stuff!

Oh right. I forgot about the battle. One hundred dollars. Throw her in the brig. I don't 'need' to drink. I can quit anytime I want!

You guys go on without me! I'm going to go… look for more stuff to steal! And so we say goodbye to our beloved pet, Nibbler, who's gone to a place where I, too, hope one day to go. The toilet. Yes! In your face, Gandhi! I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians.

Stop it, stop it. It's fine. I will 'destroy' you! You're going to do his laundry? Ok, we'll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we'll go ride the bumper cars. Actually, that's still true. I videotape every customer that comes in here, so that I may blackmail them later.

But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites? That's the ONLY thing about being a slave. As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. Yeah, I do that with my stupidness. You're going back for the Countess, aren't you?

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