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Post by Conan Dong on Feb 20, 2009 13:47:58 GMT -5
sweet!
*activates time machine and a cloud of smoke envelopes the group*
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Post by sascrotch on Feb 20, 2009 13:51:21 GMT -5
*watches the space-time continuum flow by*
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Post by Viking Dong on Feb 23, 2009 8:32:16 GMT -5
Far out.
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Post by sascrotch on Feb 23, 2009 10:59:32 GMT -5
trippy
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Post by Viking Dong on Feb 24, 2009 8:06:19 GMT -5
We are all like totally trippy-mcgees, aren't we?
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Post by sascrotch on Feb 24, 2009 9:33:49 GMT -5
*is spinning around outside the machine*
weeeeeeeeeee!!!
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Post by Conan Dong on Feb 24, 2009 11:09:36 GMT -5
*suddenly, the machine stops and we all are knocked out violently, landing on the dusty Main Street of an old west town*
Well, here we are, boys!
*notices a lively saloon and decides to enter and buy some whiskey*
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Post by Viking Dong on Feb 24, 2009 12:02:06 GMT -5
*Follows*
I'll have an apple daiquiri!
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Post by Conan Dong on Feb 25, 2009 21:36:01 GMT -5
*a large leather-gloved fist moves quickly and makes contact with Jim's chinstache*
Ain't no place fer the gays 'round here, boy! You best take it to El Paso 'fore you get yerself in a whole mess o' trouble!
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Post by Viking Dong on Feb 26, 2009 8:20:09 GMT -5
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Post by sascrotch on Feb 26, 2009 12:11:34 GMT -5
*walks over to a group of ruffians playin and cheatin at cards*
Why do you have three aces in yer hat?
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Post by Viking Dong on Feb 26, 2009 13:55:22 GMT -5
*The guy, who apparently hasn't bathed nor shaved in months, looks up at him and glares, snarling with a half-used unlit cigar in his mouth*
Why, you sonovabeetch, I'm gonna rough you up, hoss!
*Texas Thug swings at the sass*
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Post by sascrotch on Feb 26, 2009 15:49:10 GMT -5
*I duck and he hits the fella next to him, who in turn picks up his chair and throws it and stankyman. Stankyman dodges and the chair hits the back of a huge man, who slowly turns around, revealing the badge on his chest*
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Post by Viking Dong on Feb 26, 2009 18:33:44 GMT -5
*All of a sudden, the whole bar erupts in a drunken flurry of fists, chairs, and half-lit cigars*
*Swinging umbrella willy nilly, trying fend off assailants*
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Post by Conan Dong on Feb 26, 2009 20:17:08 GMT -5
*pulls out can of mace my nana gave me to keep the bad men from touching my private squares and starts spraying nearby rustlers*
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