"You promised me yum-yums for my tum-tum!" He shouted, kicking Will in the chest. "This is a violation of the Tasty Treats Agreement of 1997."
"I don't know what you're talking about! You got what you paid for!" Will retorted. Wind wasn't in the mood.
"Seven hundred dollars worth of snackberries. That's what you owe me, and I'm not leaving until I get it." He chambered a round and levelled his sights on Will's torso.
To be continued...
I've never been too proud to steal, so I'll admit that I took the idea for today's update from a front page update Corin Tucker's Stalker did last month about G4. THANKS CORIN TUCKER'S STALKER. I OWE YOU A TASTY STEAK DINNER, PAL!
One thing I didn't want to do was harp on South Park, although I did mention it in passing. Part of the reason for that is because it would basically boil down to me saying "it jumped the shark halfway through season 2" or whatever, which is really fucking lame and unfunny. Most of the reason though, is because I still don't want to admit to myself that it sucks, because I've been watching it since the 6th grade. That's an interesting story about me I hope you enjoyed it.
Thanks a bunch, I got a ton of really awesome feedback and I appreciate it all. I didn't get to respond to everyone but I read them all and I'm really grateful. Being new and having no clue what anyone was going to think of my update was sort of nerve-wracking, so getting that kind of feedback kicked ass. Keep it coming.
Local pervert and international dogpuncher Frolixo recently tried to sneak a flapjack into my griddlecakes, knowing full well that I am deathly allergic to them. Of course my MI-6 training kicked in, and I caught on instantly and tickled him into submission, but you might not be so lucky. My recommendation: Avoid him at all costs.
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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