Friday, October 1, 2010
I may only weigh thirty pounds, but that's thirty pounds of unstoppable crazy!
Swarm of killer bee's? Fuck it!
Cobra? Your mine!
Cobra in a Tree? Your mine also!
Monitor lizard, you want to eat me? Screw you, I eat you!
Pride of lions? I'll eat your testicles and let you bleed to death.
What, there's thirty miles of desert between you and me? Doesn't matter, I'm coming for you!
You underground? Doesn't matter, I'll dig you up! I'll dig up half the damn desert if I have to.
Jackals, you want my half dead marmot? Well back the fuck off, that's my half dead marmot.
Yo! Puff Adder, what you got there? an egg? No you don't that's my egg. Fuck it, I'm still hungry. I'm going to eat you now. Poison don't kill me, its just helps me mellow out so I can catch some sleep.
Other badger, you're cool, but keep your distance, and keep your hands where I can see them.
Yeah, that's what I want to see out of Georgia Tech this Saturday. Twenty four hour terror machine.
Posted by Barrel of Rum at 4:46 PM