Saturday, June 6, 2009

Span



The picture's blurry. It's old (May, 2008). So why did I put it up?

Well, D asked me to link to this. That's why.

13 comments:

D said...

It would hardly do for me to comment here furst, so Scum - I'll wait for you.

The_Scum said...

Ugh, he GOT ME! The farmer GOT me.

Goodbye sweet world!

Goodbye to all the sweet women I have made love to!

Goodbye to even the not so sweet women I have made love to!

Goodbye to the barnyard animals I have made love to!

Goodbye Mo and Slime and Nys and Runt!

Ugh, he got me....right in the epiglotus....

D said...

> Blam! Blam! Blam!

Three shots for two squirrels?

Either the farmer's a lousy shot or just making sure...

Anonymous said...

Hopefully he used hollow tips

The_Scum said...

Apparently a fan club is forming a queue outside Lavi's blog for the viewing.

I got your hollow tip hanging!

Anonymous said...

I know a few that would sell tickets to see you die

Anonymous said...

Promise?

Start a mailing list, we'll see how many we can sell for the main event.

Hopefully you go through with it.

The_Scum said...

I'll get on that right after I get laid a few times tonight. Check back around 3 am or so.

Anonymous said...

Hooker's R US making a housecall?

The_Scum said...

No, apparently your Mom and daughters were already booked up.

Imaginary Girlfriend™ instead.

Anonymous said...

I am impressed!
You fornicate with dead women.

Imaginary Girlfriend™, must be 5 finger Mary!

The_Scum said...

Lavi, D ?

Pay attention when reading this.

I have only had the opportunity to use the line "You look pretty good for a dead chick!" twice it my life.

It works really, really well.

Lavi D. said...

I have only had the opportunity to use the line "You look pretty good for a dead chick!" twice it my life.

I hope it was at halloween


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