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- ULTRA ENVIRONMENTAL SPECIUM RAY
- THE BURRITO ZIGGURAT WEEPS
- BUT NOT THE BRITISH CHILDREN
- !!! LETTER$ FROM $ANTA !!!
- HIS JUNK WENT JINGLE JANGLE
- CATMAGEDDON FRIDAZE!
- BLANKETS ARE OK, BUT THEY CAN SLIP AND SLIDE.
- ELEKTRO THE GOLDEN, WALKING, BUZZING, CHILDREN COU...
- OH NOES!1 LAMPREY!
- ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTIANMAS/KWANZA/CHANUKKKKKAKAKA...
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11 comments:
Me love you long time! Me sucky sucky!
Lampreys...Hells yeah mofos!
random fact: Lamprey was among my favorite Cobra dudes, Hydrofoil was doper then Butchie's golf cart! Plus dude came with a Stengun.
"descent into a writhing pit of lampreys" is the first item to be added to my "ways I wouldn't like to die" spreadsheet.
Mmmm... Lamprey...
Ways I Wouldn't Like To Die spreadsheet=awesome.
That almost begs the question, what ways would you like to die?
Amy says the NASCAR fan/bass fisher-dude with the lamprey on his forehead is gonna get diseases.
She would send him to the school nurse for cranial amputation.
I thought Dale Earnhardt had died on the race track. Now we know the truth, according to the picture the man died due to the fact that some clown with rubber gloves attached a lamprey to his melon.
Well, Stuart, that is a very good question. The "ways I would not mind dying" spreadsheet would have a number of variables, including some constants (ex: at an old age, without having had a terribly debilitating disease, surrounded by loved ones). As well as variables (ex: in a pile of clean freshly shorn wool in a field in Holland, using my last inhalation to savor the aroma of old comic books).
Lampreys will not make that list. Unless it's kicking off happily after laughing at jackass taking a lamprey to the face.
Fair enough.
I am more of a Donnie Darko-type death myself. Hopefully being crushed by a falling plane engine in my sleep is quick enough to not be painful.
Then there is always the prospect of Curren hushing you as he prepares to snap your neck...
Shhhh... Shhhh...
I always thought it was a pillow related shush. Place pillow on face, apply pressure, whisper Shhhhhhhhhhh. Repeat. Not neck snapping. But I could see Cohen getting impatient and just snapping your damn neck instead.
Stengun toting action figures for children are pretty dope.
Go to sleep. Shhh....
Exactly. Curren loves his bladed weapons too much to not use them to off you.
I had that scene in Saving Private Ryan in my head while writing this...
"Nice gams, ya?"
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