by the power vested in me, i pronounce us, man and wife. oh yeah! so, we can consumate now?    | what? you know? honeymoon? newlyweds??,.. ,..sexification?!! | we're in hermetically sealed suits fly. i don't think there's any way of us touching each other. but but,.. the hatch? | what hatch? here. an airtight seal at 'junk' level. | i call it the shenanigans hole. oh, that! no, our leader, dr. macintosh had that laminated shut in every suit. | | fuck this! i'm leaving! | woah! *thud* | did you forget you were still handcuffed by your leg to the floor? this would appear to be the case. |
by Lliam Amor, Dan Beeston and the Goatlord.
©2009 Dan Beeston
Still don't know why the cops are after me. They won't ask me polite questions without a fight man! Viva le revolution.
Oh, and Happy Bastille Day, for yesterday.
