and jumpstarted his 1958 Thunderbird with a
fiendforged black key encrusted with silvered skulls
- consequently conjuring up spirits of the netherworld
that dressed unconvincingly as bunnies and duckies
started dancing spasticly around the car chanting
"Saints equals Superbowl! Bring on the Apocalypse."
And "Its great to be a FLORIDAGATOR!!!!"
because they, too, had sniffed the glue
and drank libations, celebrating Mighty Florida's victory.
In anticipation of New Orleans stunning victory
they invited the artist formerly known as
Prince Albert in a Can, to come
and show off his Prinz Albert, which
he got to celebrate the Gators' victory.
Meanwhile, in an underground bunker far from
Fargo, but close to Starbucks, there was
evil afoot, as an unusual group was
gathering to create arcane floral arrangements in
response to the stunning Ashes victory elsewhere...
Floyd's "Eclipse" mixed with the incense in
the Chapel of the Snarky Angel to
lay down, like, a real groovy scene.
All who entered the chapel were never
seen, heard, smelled, whatever; they was goners!
This amazing feat was accomplished by using
a one way gate to the dimension
detailed in the show Tales of interest,
on FOX. Jack Osbourne went through first,
as his upbringing had immunised him to
almost everything...but nobody expected rhinocerous urine
to being covering the floor and making
the tiles animate and dance and frolic
to the beat of Ozzy's song Crazytrain
. Dumbstruck by this cosmic improbability, Lil' Osbourne
blasted Norwegian Death Metal on his ipod
while waiting for reinforcements. Unfortunately, nobody useful
cared what happened to him, or if
the dancing tiles made him into a
pile of raw material for flesh golem
. When news of his grisly death reached
Kodiak, Mr. Black and Mr. Brown went
back to bed. A big mistake, since
the monster under the bed was feeling
hongry. So he whipped up there and
then a half a litre of cream
cheese, a handful of broccoli and a
pint of tabasco sauce to chase it
together with a bottle of Jägermeister. The
ensuing spew drowned the underbed lurker like
sack full of baby Ewoks in the
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