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Just look into these eyes and beware! T-shirts in different styles and colors are available at The Smokin' Frog T-Shirts and Gifts.
Why? Why Is He Such A Crank? "Please don't. Put me down. I don't want to die. I want to live!" The Pinhead cried...no...he bellowed. But to no avail. The Beast was hungry. Food always tastes better at night. And we all know that calories don't count after midnight. This boomer had developed quite a taste for Pinheads. Let's face it, they are good. A true delicacy. So who can really blame him. He is doing what comes naturally. Unfortunately he is such a brute. It's as if he can't hear the plaintive cries of his captive prey, doomed to death. "I don't want to die either," cried his friend. But it is all in vain. This boomer came to kill; their demise is inevitable. These two sides never did get along. They were always at war and now these two Pinheads crossed over into the Beast's zone. How did this happen? Wasn't the pin boy paying attention? Maybe he was payed off. But by who? The Beast? Hmmm...But no matter. Their end has come. At least it will be swift, this guy eats like an animal, which is why he is called the Beast (these folks aren't all that deep). But they can go out with their heads held high (although they may be shrieking like banshies). They lived a glorious life, true to who they are. And who are they? They are Pinheads and proud of it. True burners all the way. They never stepped over the line, and tried to stay out of the gutter, no small feat these days. But unfortunately they have come to the end of the alley. They have come face to face with the Ball known as the Beast and he is hungry...he is very hungry. Yes, their goose is cooked. While he had always been suspected of being a sandbagger, for the little Pinheads, tonight the lights went out. There will be a dignified but uplifting memorial service held by the BROTHERHOOD OF PINHEADS THAT HAVEN'T BEEN XXX'ED OUT YET, in the graveyard tonight. All are invited to attend. T-shirts in different styles and colors are available at The Smokin' Frog T-Shirts and Gifts.
Cats used to be worshiped.
Look at those idiots! Look at their feeble attempts to block me. "No can do compadre!" They can't stop me. Why? Because they don't call me Smash Mouth for nothing. It's about authority. "You will get outta my way or I will smash you in the mouth and multiple other body parts as well. Best you move your little tucchus over to the sidelines before my footprints are all over it." Oh, that's not very nice, you say? Well I'm not exactly politically or socially correct. I didn't make it to the Superbowl by behaving like a girly man. No way, José. I'm the guy that Madden dreams about. He loves to draw his little scribbles all over me. Fumble is not in my vocabulary. And talk about possession? I'm possessed. Grrr!!! No one can lay a glove on me, I'm like a freight train. I'm the one the fans come to see. They come to see me ramrod my way to the goal post. I'm the main event and everybody knows it. Truth be told, I am the team. The others aren't really necessary, they're just window dressing for me, it gives them something to do while they dream about being me someday. T-shirts in different styles and colors are available at The Smokin' Frog T-Shirts and Gifts. |
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