A Tale ... Of Murder.
I carry a baseball bat around with me(for bashing in skull-domes) because you never know when someone might want to play. This one time, there was about half a baker's dozen worth of dudes out in this field playing ball. I ran out--arms outstretched--picked the ball up, and bashed it into holy oblivion. Needless to say, they beat the tar out of me. Fucking soccer players. Elitist pricks.
If i ever have children and they disobey me, their punishment will be to fly a kite ... made of cinder blocks ... underwater.
Sometimes i like to take a lawn chair out by the railroad tracks, kick back, and watch the trains go by. People may look at me strangely, but one of these days i know i will see a couple of dudes fighting on top of one.
If i ever have children and they disobey me, their punishment will be to fly a kite ... made of cinder blocks ... underwater.
Sometimes i like to take a lawn chair out by the railroad tracks, kick back, and watch the trains go by. People may look at me strangely, but one of these days i know i will see a couple of dudes fighting on top of one.