The Horror.
This is the kind of crap I have to put up with on a daily basis.
An anthropomorphic pickle-man who totes around some sort of grotesque, larval version of himself (SEEMS cute... until the rancid little creep starts squeaking) suddenly erupted from the brain case of Twinkie the Kid. Parasitism? Symbiosis? Can it in fact be that there is NO "Twinkie the Kid"... maybe that svelte, golden spongecake body has for decades concealed a leering, atrophied, brine-soaked simp waiting to explode a tidal wave of green vinegar into the mouths of the unwary? Wonder what name Snow White would give to THAT crap? Brrr – I'm still nauseous.
Peace, World Domination, and Sleestak Eyes to the Loyal.
- Phreddie
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