WHIFSIF | Flyzilla
OMG, we had like a professional DJ last night! With ads, wet tshirt contest and everything! I pretty much ignored the messages from our sponsor, KD's Colostomy Bags, as I am holding off until the designer models are available. I sent in an entry to the wet tshirt contest but I don't think I won. Next time I might put it on first. Anyways, tunes played some very fine and varied music. My G was there and in rare form, sword dancing and everything. CB landed safely back home. Luckily, his dog got the house cleaned up and sent the stray bitches packing before the Master turned the lock. We hafta keep the tragic mouse incident quiet, k? KD's little lass discovered Flyzilla in her room. She doused it with air freshener spray to no avail. PD suggested hair spray; I suggested napalm. If that doesn't work, there is only one thing left to do: Call Matthew Broderick and blast Flyzilla with some Drowning Pool until he arrives.
posted by Maggie @ 9:15 PM
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yeah ..this is Ariel....the Flyzilla has taken over my room and is drinking my Sierra Mist and eating my chips and salsa. I will find a way to screw up it's DNA to result in a mutation that will directly affect it's over-long lifespan (I'm guessing the thing is as old as that turkey sandwich Cleopatra ate the week before her demise...it's frikin' enormous!!)....I should consult my bio professor...However, in regards to last night...the wet kilt contest was highly under-rated. I had a fantastic time weilding the ruler to measure....kilt length.
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