All this time, and no one thought to check up on me. I could be lying dead in the trunk of a car in the parking lot at Midway, or stuffed in a culvert under some lonely road like a bag of garbage.
Actually, I'm too much of a hardcase badass to let that happen, but still...
No, you must have one of those highly advanced monkeys that help paralized people turn pages & go poo. It's amazing that the monkeys don't convert to their normal habits & fling the poo, but they must have good trainers. I shall call your monkey...Pepito. & I will feed him virtual banana chips.
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a stethoscope.
And perhaps...a pulse to accompany the stethoscope.
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Actually, I'm too much of a hardcase badass to let that happen, but still...
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I was hoping no one had found something larger to wrap around their fist before hitting you!
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