I spend most of my time devising evil plots in my secret villian's lair, underground. I pride myself on my wonderous ability to commit advanced acts of devious and sinister trickery without guilt.
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By the way, I didn't think I'd have to say it but it keeps happening.
No one is allowed to use my illustrations without my permission. I like the idea of ME being paid for my work instead of other people.
poop rocks hurt. i inserted an entire pack, trying to explode my hemorrhoids...
ReplyDeleteHa! Did it work?
ReplyDeleteit made matters ten times worse, and don't even ask about the time i sat in a puddle of 7-Up !
ReplyDeleteI won't ask!
ReplyDeleteKW: Well, this may be the only time we can be gratefull that a candy was "artificially flavored."
ReplyDeleteHAHA! You are right!
ReplyDeleteLike the time the clerk put the discount sticker over the Halloween Candy display for Butterfingers in such a way as to only cover the "er"
ReplyDeleteIf I worked at Big Lots and they gave me a price tag gun, and they had a crate of Butterfingers, it would be pretty hard to resist that urge.
ReplyDeleteHow many ass flavors are there?
ReplyDeleteI don't remember. They all kind of run together, so to speak.
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