Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his variegated fluids? The gods themselves, they do not know.
I've been thinking that perhaps I should apologise for one of my recent comics, so here goes:
Parasol Stars was a great game; it's just the more recent attempts to revive the Bubble Bobble/Rainbow Islands franchise that have sucked. Sorry, Parasol Stars.
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It is little known that the movie "Crash" was a rehash of a film originally produced as a silent flick. It was horribly received; while shocking since it was as near a snuff film as any had ever seen, silent crashes at speeds of 18kph were disappointingly anticlimactic...
"Maybe I'm a bad driver, but you're flat-chested Zelda! I don't deny it, so you don't either. Fair's fair."
Hewie, Herbie’s uncle, was a sloppy drunk, and he was always making a fool of himself in front of the other socialites.
'well girls, it's not just your old jalopy thats fucked' said Roger.
'Dickie, fetch our rubber gloves and the stanley knives.'
Peter Perfect had been wrecked by Dastardly yet again, but his immediate problem was asking Penelope Pitstop if she would let him into her pink Compact Pussycat without embarrasing himself. Good job he was wearing those baggy trousers.
Archibald Moon, the larger than life banjo and tea-chest bass player for the skiffle band "The Whom", was a famously destructive individual. He was renowned for coca-cola and asparin-fuelled orgies of destruction, destroying hotel rooms, throwing gramaphones from fifth floor windows, or destroying toilets by flushing fireworks. In the picture, we see one of the more famous incedents where he drove an Austin Seven into the children's pool of the Surbiton Lagoon...
My God that was one hell of a smash. Lucky we were all wearing our high tech his and hers helmets, phew!
DOIYOIYOIIINNNGGGG!
WAH WAH WAAAAHHHH!
How Caractacus Pott hated it when all the cute flappers called his Wonder Car "Shitty shitty bang bang." He'd show them! Some day, this old car would drive by itself!! It would fly!!! But, as one embarrassing crash followed another, he finally was forced to admit that his car really was shitty.
(To those of you under 35 that was probably an obscure cultural reference.)
Orville gave the light a twist and the passengers watched in amazement as the bed pan bot, MegaScat, took shape. Having held one back for the entire trip, Constance squeeled with delight and got right to business. MegaScat made short order of everyones deposit that day. Ready to leave, Orville couldnt figure out what to twist to get CrapBucket to return. Fortunately he had driving gloves on and everyone knew how to "bob for apples".
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