Avant garde, no?

Okay, okay, so here's the story, right?

Me and Vegie C. Vegie went to pick SteveSteve up from-from work at 12... 12 midnight, yeah.

So we are like, hey dude, how is it hey dude, here is a funny story from my week at work, so okay, we were trying to print some spreadsheets, but it wouldn't print, because the thing was out of toner, so Jake, he's like the office cutup, he is all, WEH NEYD TA GETH MORR TON-AH! in this crazy voice.

At this point in the story, me and Vegie C. Vegie start laughing hysterically, but SteveSteve is like, what's funny.

And then he thinks, if everyone else is laughing, but I'm not laughing... then there must be something wrong with me.

THE END.

(BZZZZTTT!) NOT THE END!

While we were down the street (in WAZ VEGAS) picking up Comrade SteveSteve, Comrade Vegie C. Vegie and I found an aweseome discovery, stuffed into the doors of most of the businesseseseses.

IT WAS A TALE OF INTRIGUE, CONSPIRACY, DECEIT... it was a tale of...

MURDER MOST FOUL!

(Turns out, the #### ###### did it - I will endeavour to scan this awesome pamphlet and make it available for viewing as soon as possible)

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