which had run
Printable View
which had run
emtpy from excessive
juicing of the
powerful PC Engine
powering the old
hamster wheel, what
Zero the kamikaze
fishmonger built for
daily running exercises.
Gunstar Red danced
and shot his
fellows from fire
powered love machines
mounted on his
pectoral implant, singing
happy happy joy
joy until he
called a little
flying pink unicorn
who stabbed everyone
with his gigantic
knife, you perv.
With flaming, drippy,
candy mountain drops
spraying all over
Charlie the Unicorn.
Charlie then yodelled:
Amish Rake Fight !
which TmEE copied.
Then fell asleep.
In his dream
the Windfish slept
while James Pond
floated away quietly.
Tingle pranced merrily
while licking a
gigantic phallic lollipop.
Fuck this game!
Or not. Whatever.
This is back?