Monday, June 16, 2008

Cannibalism

Crossing the line...

6 comments:

D said...

Has it come to this?

Are things so bad in Vegas, so down-and-out, that even the birds have resorted to the dog-eat-dog mentality?

We're used to it in politicians and union leaders - but pigeons are but a cooing cousin from the White Dove of Peace.

Doom is neigh.

Lavi D. said...

Doom is neigh.

No, the Knights are of Ni.

Doom however, is nigh.

Rock Candy said...

ni! ni! ni! ni!

arghhhhhhhhhh

Welcome back Lavi!

The_Scum said...

When Colonel Sanders is serving spicy pigeon instead of spicy chicken then the Knights who say NI shall rule the earth:

On a dark as velvet evening on the south coast of France, I walked along a warm sandy beach, the azure sky was gradually darkening as the horizon concealed the day's weary sun. I saw a man on the beach, walking around completely naked.

He was an ass bandit, butt pirate, fudge packer, anal warrior, shit shoveler, rump bumper,Caddy on the back nine. Rectal ranger. Captain Uranus. Sphincter dart, anal crusader, rectum ranger, anal munchkin, ass stuffer, ass assassin, ass monkey, ass pony. Anal buccaneer, bone smuggler, brown hole knight, browney hound, bum bandit, bun splitter, butt cowboy, butt jockey, butt jouster, butt monger, butt ninja, choad loader, chocolate tunnel tester, fudge buddy, gerbil racer, hamster hider, hershey highwayman, pillow biter, poo jabber, rectum wrecker, rear admiral, and a shit smasher.

He was a Knight who said Ni!

Lavi D. said...

He was a Knight who said Ni!

Wouldn't that make him a "Knight who said Kneel!"?

Rock Candy said...

ummmm....backs away from scum.


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