Hey, meatbag.

Filling in for drillface Crash since the idiot he freakin' got himself hurt because he's a sissy.

What do you need me to do, meatbag? I can always hope that it won't involve a dress.

Dear Diary ( Read more... )

... alright, this house's great and all, but three questions:

1) Exactly WHY is the basement flooded?

2) Where the hell is Shadow? Does this mean that I get the basement to myself?

3) What the freakin' hell are little froggy bastards even supposed to EAT? He keeps telling me that the answer is candy. I doubt that.

Awwww, c'mooon, but cookies ( Read more... )

-- finally! Got the little bastard to shut up, now if I can just get him to stop following m-- oh, crap, this thing's on.

Alright, guys, great job leavin' me stranded in the woods and all. Awesome practical joke. It's VERY freakin' funny, especially if you thought I'd be screaming and crying from all the L-word leaves and crap swirling around. Pshaw ( Read more... )