Monday, April 02, 2007
Memories
Hello children. Come on in. That's right, come in. Don't cry now, I'm not going to hurt you. Sit yourselves down 'cos it's time for a story.
And that story is this:
And it goes likes this:
Which is:
The Stabbing Robot is dead. He died over the weekend. He went to a better place with Inca inscriptions on the wall and low fences for his sheep to jump over. I shall miss that stabbing robot but not as much as I miss his dream machine with it's magical pictures of wizards and bowling alleys. Here are a few memories I have of the robot and all his high-jinks (the dead bastard):
- He once got a robot disease which meant he shat and puked at the same time. Good job that bath was near the toilet.
- He once laughed very hard at the thought of two brothers having sex with each other.
- I once saw his testicle. Huuuuuueeeeeerrrrrrkkkkkkkk!
- Muppets running.
RIP Stabbing Robot. You big cock.
And that story is this:
And it goes likes this:
Which is:
The Stabbing Robot is dead. He died over the weekend. He went to a better place with Inca inscriptions on the wall and low fences for his sheep to jump over. I shall miss that stabbing robot but not as much as I miss his dream machine with it's magical pictures of wizards and bowling alleys. Here are a few memories I have of the robot and all his high-jinks (the dead bastard):
- He once got a robot disease which meant he shat and puked at the same time. Good job that bath was near the toilet.
- He once laughed very hard at the thought of two brothers having sex with each other.
- I once saw his testicle. Huuuuuueeeeeerrrrrrkkkkkkkk!
- Muppets running.
RIP Stabbing Robot. You big cock.
