Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his variegated fluids? The gods themselves, they do not know.
In other news, the last post generated more than the usual amount of traffic, suggesting two things about LARPers:
Posted by Josh at 9:19 am
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"Let's play bunny, bunny, wipe your brow. Last caption needs a vowel."
Oh, got it.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cthulhu
Thanks wiki.
At every meeting The Incontinent Girl's Club stopped for thier afternoon Crap.
Bloody explorers, ponce off to Mumbo Jumbo land, come home with a tropical disease, a suntan and a bag of brown lumpy things, and Bob's your uncle, everyone's doing the "kangaroo".
Soon they new they would be dead. As the ceiling drew ever closer they regreted finding this stupid, zombie filled mansion..
Marjorie just wouldn't take flatulence relief lessons seriously, and burst into laughter every time she accidentally "followed through".
What with the education cuts and everything, riding classes just weren't what they used to be.
with the mark one play girl model a complete failure because they thought they were rabbits, hew heffner primed the cloning vats and loaded his shot gun
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