 | 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.
