ME:
If you want the best parking lot soda come to Parks and Mart, if you want the best parts go to Gallagers Mart!
ME:
John Tesh theme songs and shirts with turtles on them I say!
FRIEND:
Its my bday and ill join the parade only for balloon animals!
OTHER FRIEND:
trapped in a giant glass jar with Mr. Belvedere in a dark basement... Belvedere grows quite hungry after many days of starvation, twinkies and ding dongs dangled from strings by vile men dressed as mimes and muppets, illuminated solely by lanterns and torches. Tesh falls asleep after several hours of nervousness as a result of Belvedere's obvious delirium, gets clubbed in the head and devoured by the now gaunt, bug-eyed 80's sitcom star. After days and days of darkness in the damp, musty basement, several halogen bulbs are lit up to a completely intolerable level and there's Mr. Belvedere, chin, hands, and torso crusted in the blood of Tesh and hissing violently, shielding his face like a vampire from the light of the sun. That's who I want to meet, right before he's taken to the roof of a 40-story building by several mesomorphic Polynesian individuals and pushed off, sent to explode on the concrete in front of an old lady.
ME:
Holy hell its a wonderful world! I will get a table of tarnsihed Shawns and sell a head for every retard we fuck in the ass. I say, can i get laser surgery to remove this third nipple? Those girls that wear helmets and run into walls while they spit are the best!
If you want the best parking lot soda come to Parks and Mart, if you want the best parts go to Gallagers Mart!
ME:
John Tesh theme songs and shirts with turtles on them I say!
FRIEND:
Its my bday and ill join the parade only for balloon animals!
OTHER FRIEND:
trapped in a giant glass jar with Mr. Belvedere in a dark basement... Belvedere grows quite hungry after many days of starvation, twinkies and ding dongs dangled from strings by vile men dressed as mimes and muppets, illuminated solely by lanterns and torches. Tesh falls asleep after several hours of nervousness as a result of Belvedere's obvious delirium, gets clubbed in the head and devoured by the now gaunt, bug-eyed 80's sitcom star. After days and days of darkness in the damp, musty basement, several halogen bulbs are lit up to a completely intolerable level and there's Mr. Belvedere, chin, hands, and torso crusted in the blood of Tesh and hissing violently, shielding his face like a vampire from the light of the sun. That's who I want to meet, right before he's taken to the roof of a 40-story building by several mesomorphic Polynesian individuals and pushed off, sent to explode on the concrete in front of an old lady.
ME:
Holy hell its a wonderful world! I will get a table of tarnsihed Shawns and sell a head for every retard we fuck in the ass. I say, can i get laser surgery to remove this third nipple? Those girls that wear helmets and run into walls while they spit are the best!
