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Geoff couldn't speak French. Not a single

  • Geoff couldn't speak French. Not a single word. He regretted not learning it now, what with the angry French cannibals surrounding him, and he without a battle-axe! Thinking quick,
  • he doused himself in the richest of lagers, Der Unfuger Von Spriegl, and stood on a tree stump. The French cannibals getting closer, Geoff snarled like a spotted house cat, warding
  • them off with a piece of chewing gum he had cleverly attached at the end of a stick. But like all good things, this quickly came to an end as the cannibals realized that
  • the chewing gum was eatable. The cannibals started attacking the end of the stick with their teeth, attempting to nibble a some of the chewing gum. When I saw this, I quickly
  • began speedbagging testicles like I was filming scenes for a training montage. Rocking jock after jock, I left cannibal after cannibal curled around their pulverized plum crumbles
  • oozing like like a retarded kids nose. I felt my swollen ankle, nothing broken. Then a roar exploded across the firelit night. Spinning around I saw the Witch Doctor with filed tee
  • shirt flying on his broom, "Wait!" I cried, "Help me!" I begged him. The Witch Doctor crash landed on the ankle, which definitely was broken now. And said "what is your need?"
  • "i want to walk again!", I said as if shouting to a revival audience, which although out of place, seem to please him greatly. What i really wanted was a sandwich, so I
  • went to the Subway counter. "The Lord your God shalt provide me with manna as I wander through the desert." The guy looked at me, "Do you want that toasted?"
  • I said, 'The Lord is my Shepherd, He leads me besides the still waters. Have you seen John Shepherd? He wore a robe and held a crook . No, not toasted but I'd like fries with that.
Started
2011-04-21 18:59:41
Finished
2011-06-16 10:14:50

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