Now we know.
Fantastic post. Awe inspiring.
Yeah, I can imagine it happening just like that... except Mr T. would be wearing pink stillettos and tube socks...
I don't think you're imagining it properly so.Dudes, there appears to be a dearth of long stories on the blog. What's happening?
I'd dearly love to call this post my own. Perhaps I can look after it over the weekend, yes? And the weekend after that, yes?
I had been wondering.I though it was just some kind of horrific accident, but now I know the machinations of its creation i'll be able to sleep easier at night.
To answer Daly's question... college is busy eating my ass, so I don't have time to write... but I do have a story or two on my brain... maybe saturday.
Also, what's the deal with the little green man... he keep on appearing in different places when I reload the blog... For a second there, when I just arrived, he was beside 'credible threat'... then he dissapeared...By the way, I know he is a dude because he doesn't have any breasts.
Yeah, but "he" doesn't have a wang either.
The 90's were formed in a similar way. MC hammer and the fresh prince bellowed into a microphone at the same time, and lo.A decade was born
I think it was Jazzy Jeff's 'microphone'.
That had been in Murdochs anus first.
DDC is right. I was filming the damned thing when the tape jammed inexplicably around Murdoch's head.Hurry up, Meehan (read also: Hurry up, DDC).
Any circumstance whereby Smith and Hammer get a mouthful of media-baron faeces at the same time is bound to affect the fabric of space-time.mucdsn - murdoch unexpectedly craps down smiths neck!!what are the chances?And i though word verification was rubbish.