| Mar. 4th, 2005 @ 04:37 pm a very special post involving... VACTOR |
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Mood: showered
"I," he growled, "am VACTOR, the intimidating sewage-sludging semi."
"NOT! semi-intimidating, NOT! semi-sewage, But SEMI-Intellectual... erm... wait..."
After reaffirming his existential status as a semi-intellectual vehicle, he removed his 10 foot samurai sword with spikes coming out of it and PLUNGED the aforementioned 10 foot samurai sword with spike coming out of it INTO the very EPICENTER of my mother's featherduster. "Oh! Those dusty, dusty feathers!" How they tickled as they flitted about his spikey sword. "Ehem!"
he said. The coughed. Then broke into a lively poem. "V is for versipitude. A is for analingus (and by analingus, I mean analogue apple!). L is for lament (but only the most sinking, sorrowful kind) and B!... why, B is for bastion of idiocy, which is me, because I can't spell my own name! (which is VACTOR, not VALB). Vactor, his self-esteem brutally crushed committed himself to a hospital for the criminally fork stabbed and french fried.
Then suddenly Vactor the terminally forked noticed with dread the approach of the infamous MEAD.
Blar! he said, in his greatest piratey, zombiey voice. He reached for his sword only to realize he'd left it in the EPICENTER of Wes' mom's featherduster. "Blar," he said "Double blar," he repeated sanctimoniously.
I must flee, he thought to himself and jumped on the magical mystical mysterious marvelous cheese and sausage train to the super, splendid, severe angry, anti-deluvian, amazing, alliterative, anomalous KENDRA'S BIRTHDAY. MEAD, who was not, actually, all that bad, turned and shreavked (which is shrieking while shriveling) HAPPY BIRTHDAY KENDRA.
Hardy-san, mezzles, and Wb |
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