Sunday, August 20, 2006
I was rudely awakened the other night by the sound of something scuffling around my henhouse in the farmyard, so I threw on my robe, grabbed my shotgun, and headed outside to see what was the problem. Lo and behold, it was them dad-burn terrorists again messin' with my chickens! Well I larned them a few lessons. Not only did I round them up, but I trussed them up in my barn all sexy like, dressed 'em in lingerie, then rolled 'em around in dog shit while I diddled myself silly. Ha, those terrorists. They'll think twice about comin' 'round here agin. At least, I think they was terrorists. They sure enjoyed it like they was terrorists, if you get what I mean.
Posted by weazoe at 5:01 PM