I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face
Wavin’ my arms all around and just runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Like a constipated wiener-dog
So he hands me the box and I open up the lid and the weasels jump out
And they immediately latch onto my face and start bitin’ me all over
(rabid gnawing sounds)
Oh man, they were just going nuts
They were tearin’ me apart
You know, I think it was just about that time that a little ditty started goin’ through my head
I believe it went a little something like this…
@Randomosaur
Hmm, good poison of choice. Well, that poison WOULD have worked on me… if I was me. Sadly for you, I am currently in a child, so he’s the one who’ll be getting hit with your babby cocktail. You still won, though. It’ll take me AGES to find another comatose person willing to sell their sleeping form for a wish or three.
Well played, Randomsaur. I hope we can meet again. I will be more prepared next time, I assure you. Good night, sweet dreams. Fades away
(Goodnight, all!)
@Randomosaur
Ha.
Haha.
HehaHA! Laughs uncontrollably
Oh, man, you have NO idea how many levels that is funny on.
First; I already have the relative maturity of a young child.
Second; I was NEVER a child in the first place.
Third; I am currently posessing THE BODY OF A YOUNG CHILD.
Man, good job, good job. TENOUTTATEN!
