Slept at Kong 'cuz Noodle was nice enough to let me stay, an' Muds was unconscious, so he couldn't say no anyhow ( Read more... )

Muds, I've got 100 on you to win, so you'd better not fokkin' lose, alright, you psychotic fuckhead?

An' even if you do, enjoy th' Worthington B-52 afterwards so you won't be able to feel how badly you had yer ass kicked.

Somefin's keeping me from drinkin' or smokin'.

If I was a different kinnna 'roo, I'd want to KILL EVERYTHING!

But I really more leave tha' task up to Tank.

So, 'parently, this irish gal thinks I'm a bundle of cool and all that rot.

And she can sing so high and loud, it'd smash your eardrums and crunch your ribs.

I always do seem to get along well with tough birds.

I'm with Tankers again. Note 'With'. Some guys might say 'I have tankers again', but this is an important dissinction, so pay attention, right. If anything, she has me.

I'm with Tankers.

That muds kid seems to hate every lil part of me - even my nose. I guess I can't blame him too much.

But I'm with Tankers.

And nothing else matters.

Still no hot, sexy, punch-me-in-tha-face tankers. Which sucks.

On the other hand, there's this sweetie named Noodle. Fun gal. Nice to talk to, an' told me where I could find tankers in the first place. So I'm a bit more than the usual dollop of grateful for that.

So, after god knows how long, I finally get a clue of where my gal, tankers, gone off to.

Hope she's actually phuckin' there. I'll be right pissed at that noodle gal if she ain't.

God, I miss her.