| New......people? |
[Jan. 11th, 2007|02:46 pm] |
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So, ah, I'd like to welcome some new members to the MASH 4077th's extended family. These are kneedinthenuts and enterthekiwi. So, ah, what do you fine gentlemen do for a living? I'm sure it will, eh, keep us all enthralled for a ummmm long time to come. RADAR! Radar, can I get a copy? Copy of what? Oh you mean ohhh yes Radar, thanks for the coffee. Well, boys, I suppose I've gotta "jet" as you hip young hipster youngies say. The ol' faithful Army-Navy game's on. Abysinnia! |
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| Big Update! |
[Jan. 7th, 2007|12:05 am] |
This just in, folks: Krowe almost died today due to an unidentified stalker.
Said stalker was stalking silently through the sterile stairways of Sappy Sexy Stalin's Studebaker Store in Straussbury, Samoa. Seeing as how since secretly Sarkili of Superman fame sincerely sliced Krowe's shin seven seconds ago, I calmly caroused Krowe's crappy cardboard cookiecutter criminal by bringing Bath and Body Works Blueberry Bonanza bravely until it was wacked whilst Walrus Wurlde webbed it with a white womanizing wisteria weirdo whimpering wisely while wishing for France's freedom fries to try to truthily transpire to transgress triple triad treason, angrily arousing Andrew Anderson Aarons all around Andorra. Even Evan Evisceri elected Edith Edison, entering Esoteric Estates in Iiil-Shibbutz, Iraq insidiously interning as ill-fated illuminati agonizing about all aerospace access at Antigua's airport. Jesting jets just juked and jerked jokingly as Jiihad-jaunting Jeffersons justifying jobstealing jaundice Jacobins gently gave grave grooms gander guidance granting God groovy growing gel. Gammarays ensured every event expected errors until Umak underestimated umbrella's uuuumph urgghhh ufahhhh euphemism.
Then I killed the stalker. FIN. |
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| KROWE: EXPOSED |
[Jun. 14th, 2006|11:20 pm] |
Krowe is the goshdarn laziest kiddo I've ever had the publicity of guarding. As an erm guardian angel of course. Not as a surgeon angel, or a colonel angel, but as a guardian one. Radar! RADAR! Oh that's right, he's not dead yet. What use do I have for him anyway? All he ever did was get me things before I asked for them.
Unlike Krowe. He never gets me anything. In fact, I usually end up getting Krowe his stuff. Why, just a few minutes ago he commanded me to get him the mozzarella cheese bag from the fridge! That crap didn't even exist when I was alive. Oh, technology.
This is a painting of the scenario, ok?
Shucks, RADAR! Get a program that can convert .... beetmaps? Into...Jaypegs? What the heck? RADAR!!!!!
He's not dead yet? Oh yeah. |
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