January 30th, 2011

  • roybot

hax vignette trip

it was with great wherewithal that i put the toast back in the jam. i feared it would get damp. worse -- there might be transfer of crumbs to the jam. but the guy looked like a hell's angel and he seemed pretty zeroed in on this trip, so in it went. pleased with this stage setting, the biker gentleman then proceed to do an Epic Raindance around the remains of a toilet. it continued to spurt feebly. feeling slightly ill, i returned to the lobby. hambone was there, in his aviators.

"how's fings?" i ask?

"how u fink" he says

"oh. how's quthbert?" i ask?

"how u fink" he says

"oh."

we stand there in a post-alcoholic haze for a moment. meanwhile, i hear some sort of vegetable raving about ***TREMENDOUS DAMAGE***.

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker