Hey kids! How is Frank feeling today? Why, just follow the bouncing ball! Up and down and up and down! One after the other! Seemingly at random! In fact, the only thing that isn't going up and down is Frank's unrelenting urge to stab... Everything! Stabby stabby stabby goes the Frank! Ha Ha Ha Ha! Doesn't that just make you laugh a great big belly laugh? Ha Ha Ha Ha! Oh No! Look out, kids! That isn't a happy bouncing ball! It's a hand grenade full of razors! And Frank is holding the pin! Oh No! What Shall We Do!
And then the Handgrenade exploded, and everyone was stabbed and cut up and bloodily eviscerated by the happy bouncing ball, which was really a hand grenade in disguise. And Mr. Horse's and Ms. Deer's child, Theodore, grew up shunned and rejected by all the forest animals for his freakish half-horse half-deer ancestry. Until one day he was walking through the woods and found a happy bouncy handgrenade of his own. And after that no one lived, happily or otherwise, because Teddy exacted his horrible, bloody revenge on all those who had unjustly tormented him.
The End
Goodnight.
I want to illustrate my story, you know, the one about the handgrenade? I have the flu, too. And my love life is all complicated and shit. It's fun in exactly the same way that going to disney land is fun. It sounds like a great time, but you spend all your time fighting with your inlaws and the robotic pirates are really starting to show their age.
Yah. Totally. Rock on like whoa. I'm going to the shoppy shop to get me some fever bustin OJ. Then I'ma watch me some Brotherhood of the Wolf and go to bed. Tommorow I'll wake up and pray that I don't fade to black during the course of the day. Isn't life just so grand.
When I'm depressed I'm so miserable that all I can do is try to hold myself together and continue with basic functions, like eating. When I'm not depressed I'm cheerfully the most cynical son of a bitch you'll ever meet. Right now I am giggling at the horror of it all. Giggling, I tell you. Hmm. MMM. Oh J. OJ.
And then the Handgrenade exploded, and everyone was stabbed and cut up and bloodily eviscerated by the happy bouncing ball, which was really a hand grenade in disguise. And Mr. Horse's and Ms. Deer's child, Theodore, grew up shunned and rejected by all the forest animals for his freakish half-horse half-deer ancestry. Until one day he was walking through the woods and found a happy bouncy handgrenade of his own. And after that no one lived, happily or otherwise, because Teddy exacted his horrible, bloody revenge on all those who had unjustly tormented him.
The End
Goodnight.
I want to illustrate my story, you know, the one about the handgrenade? I have the flu, too. And my love life is all complicated and shit. It's fun in exactly the same way that going to disney land is fun. It sounds like a great time, but you spend all your time fighting with your inlaws and the robotic pirates are really starting to show their age.
Yah. Totally. Rock on like whoa. I'm going to the shoppy shop to get me some fever bustin OJ. Then I'ma watch me some Brotherhood of the Wolf and go to bed. Tommorow I'll wake up and pray that I don't fade to black during the course of the day. Isn't life just so grand.
When I'm depressed I'm so miserable that all I can do is try to hold myself together and continue with basic functions, like eating. When I'm not depressed I'm cheerfully the most cynical son of a bitch you'll ever meet. Right now I am giggling at the horror of it all. Giggling, I tell you. Hmm. MMM. Oh J. OJ.
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Hope the flu passes soon. Also, if yer gonna wrap shrapnel around a bomb, a) grenades are usually already designed to explode into shrapnel (hence all those decorative pineappley marks), so adding more is to some extent just padding over a finely designed device; b) good old nails around a pipe bomb suffice for most purposes. Razors have too much flat surface; the odds of hitting with the edge aren't that good. What you want's a nice hard pocky like a bent nail.
I hope you get better. in all kinds of respects.