December 9th, 2006

  • roybot

implantable rutabaga

It was a tuesday midnight, and the turnips were rather orange that night. We were wandering around Ahern, and the pyramid in front of me spoke: "the troops are fucking shitheads." Surprised, I touched it and felt the flow of data transfer. Accepting, I now knew the location of my missing hat.

Posted by Mr. The Plague (mastar of teh gibson)