Feel my ass, It has powers.

[epimetheus]

It was involved in a brief wash of radiation, and sometimes goes out at night and fights crime.

It is said those that touch it can talk to God.

Go ahead, nobody is looking.

 

[vinylgroover]

You need to wipe the shit off it before i touch it.

 

[epimetheus]

Thats not shit. Its the eminations of pure potential. If rubbed in the skin, for example, one can become nearly invisible at night.

 

[vinylgroover]

Does it smell like shit?

 

[epimetheus]

It smells like roses with a hint of fresh spring air.

 

[vinylgroover]

Potpouri

 

[b fold the truth]

Uhhhh...that drive to Kentucky didn't leave you quite the same did it?

B True

 

[epimetheus]

My superhuman ass can beat the shit out (litterali) of your puny sorry excuse for an ass.

Says you! (Pulls out toilet bowl protector sheet, slaps you across cheeks) I challenge you to an ass duel foul villain. Your evil days are over, a new age of assdom will arise from the toilet bowl of the future.

Plus my ass was exposed to WAY more radiation than your ass. Asscheeks are not supposed to hang down to the back of your knees, my dear evil SK*.

 

[TheProject]

Uhhhh...that drive to Kentucky didn't leave you quite the same did it?

B True

oog...epi missed out on the joy of that one. I think it's safe to say Hannibal and I were both more than glad to get out of the truck.

Nothing like going to bed as the sun comes up.