05/09/2013
Well, this is going to get worse before it gets better. Tune in on Sunday to find out what will happen (and where Hypnausea’s freaky stories go)!
Well, this is going to get worse before it gets better. Tune in on Sunday to find out what will happen (and where Hypnausea’s freaky stories go)!
Serves you right for jinxing it, Edgar! I mean come on, you should’ve seen it coming a mile away what would happen if you said that sentence…
“Could be worse…could be raining!”
Moral: never, but NEVER tempt fate. You’re just asking for it.
Believe it or not, Aidan, it IS raining over here where I am right now! That wasn’t a moose dying of alcohol poisoning you just heard – it was me laughing when I read your reply!
It’s pure smog and sun in L.A. Send me a jar of rain without so much drunk moose fluid in it!
Hey, it could be worse, Scapula. What if when you said “Screw me like a cheerleader”, Hypnausea had responded “Gladly”?
Eh?
Compared to the level of awkwardness there, Hypnausea’s sexy stories would be a walk in the park.
Well, more like a sprint in the park, but you get the point.
YIKES! Didn’t think of that scenario, but it seems exactly like the cheeky comeback Hypnausea would whip out…much to Scap’s disgust.
I get the feeling any sprinting Hypnausea would do in a public place would inevitably result in the police carting him away. Use your imagination.
The comment I originally wanted to post was just way too graphic, I can’t WAIT to hear all about this…
Whaaaaaaaa? Was WordPress being screwy, or did you just catch yourself typing the grossest thing ever and just said, “…..naw”?
Guess it’s sort of good for Scap that Hypnausea thinks he has stories to swap.
At this point what does Scap have, other than bitter memories and flat-out lies?
Well, seems to work for a lot of other sorry sacks you hear out in public bragging about that sort of thing!
To quote Pocket Philosophy many times: “Every time I think I hit bottom, someone throws me a shovel. And when I wear out the shovel, some smartass drops me dynamite.”
And when the dynamite has snuffled out, that’s when I get the Iron Mole. And when the drill bit has worn out, that’s when I get Baragon. And when he tires out, it’s time for China Syndrome.
I could go on!
By all means, I’m writing this down!
It just got a little mustier in there
“We must, we must, we must develop our…” etcetera, etcetera.
Sounds like fun, Hyp…you go first!
I think Brig might enjoy his stories a little TOO much…!