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Permalink Reply by chuckkling on December 19, 2010 at 8:12pm

Not a rolling stone.

Permalink Reply by studio246 on December 20, 2010 at 6:25am

It's a hybrid... of uselessness and poor design.

Permalink Reply by RockyDanz on December 21, 2010 at 2:06am

His farts power his tiny wok, in which he tries to recreate his grandmother's stir-fried cat meat. It haunts him. He weeps.

 

 

Permalink Reply by RockyDanz on December 21, 2010 at 2:08am

If he plays dutch oven, and nobody's there to smell it, does it really stink? The question haunts him. He weeps.

Permalink Reply by RockyDanz on December 21, 2010 at 2:11am

The vicious neighborhood dogs teetee on his home. His chopsticks smell of urine and sicken him. He is haunted by dogs in the fog, teeteeing on him. He weeps.

Permalink Reply by RockyDanz on December 21, 2010 at 2:22am

His doorway is nothing but a cloaca. He has nightmares of being born from rabid chickens---they peck and tear at his head during birth. That's why he still eats meat. He stirs pots full of chicken feet. Visions of them scratching in the dust haunt him. He weeps.

 

 

Permalink Reply by Ian Renga on December 28, 2010 at 12:52am

Does this make me look Pupal?

Permalink Reply by MacSpruce on December 30, 2010 at 7:56pm

Armadilloed and dangerous.

Permalink Reply by Buttermilk on March 15, 2011 at 3:52pm

Sometimes you just have to make a molehill out of a mountain.

Permalink Reply by Buttermilk on March 15, 2011 at 3:53pm

The Pineapple Expressway.

Permalink Reply by Rebellious By Nature on April 1, 2011 at 10:15am

anyone wanna tell me why I gotta be in the zit-mobile??!