With nervous heart and calm demeanor, a lone jokeslinger mosey'd his way into the Baltimore Comedy Saloon. As he entered, he flipped a seven dollar coin to the stable hands to take care of his old black horse, Killowner. He and the ornery beast had tussled for dominance a while ago, but it was behavin' fer now. As he made his way through those
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FORM TRIUMVERATE TRIFORCE OF DARKNESS!!!
Sado-Masochism!
Pedophilia!
Deviance!
lmfao
~jon
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It's time for the Jokeslinger to gather his OWN posse, and call on them to follow him to the final duel. Just say the time and give the word, and we'll rustle up the whole herd if we have to.
I think my horse's name oughta be AllFixedUp.
--rueyeet
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