Years
Well it seems like its been years since I got stranded in this godforsaken desert, but I'm not complaing, I've had good company, brought to me by my companion Swezzlick. Well Swezzlick isnt actually the best companion, in fact I've tried to kill him in his sleep several times. Let me explain the conumdrum of Swezzlick to you. Swezzlick is middle-age Swedish nudist, who naturally emits the smell of pepto-bismol. He is always hopping and flapping around and pronouncing things oddly. He is such a neutral bastard, damn him and his neutrality, that is why i cant hate him, because he doesnt do anything but be neutral, but I'm still going to declare a war on his ass. It will be the killer Georgilites vs. the pepto smellin' Swezzlickians. In the first battle the merciless Georgilites massacared all the naked Swezzlickians, and won the war killing Swezzlick with a large boulder to the groin. I kinda miss Swezzlick and the constant flapping sound, but then I realize what flapping sound actually was and I smile.
moral: Never ride Swedish Nude airlines over the Sahara, cause you will end up comitting genecide.
moral: Never ride Swedish Nude airlines over the Sahara, cause you will end up comitting genecide.