Good ol' boy needs help FAST!!!
Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 3:00 pm
I'll tell you what, I have gotten me a quite bad perdickyment over here.
How do ya' folks get ghoul gunk out of yer jeans. These were my good pair too.
I told Hank to cover my ass from them undead creepy crawlers comin' up from behind. Never saw it comin' neither. There he is one minute an' gone the next. Ungratefull is what he is. I bring em' along and he goes an' lets my good jeans get ghoul gunk all over em'.
Well hank got 'emself dragged off to God knows where, and well, we'll miss Hank. So what choice did I have but to go an' torch the dam place.
I went back topside ya' see and got me that diesel truck from over by the fillin' station. Driver was takin' a dump in the john so I gone an figured he wouldn't mind none; specially with me savin' the world from undead things.
So I drive that there truck up to the graveyard, drop that there hose in a hole, and turn on that there pump. I fill up them tunnels nice and good, an' drop me a lit bottle of tequila down that same hole. Needless to say it was a pretty nice explosion an' all, but I sort of blew away half of this here town, and of course that diesel truck went up like the Fourth of July over Huston. (One moment folks, that brings a tear to m' eye).
Well I done hit the dirt cause I've got me tombstone shootin' off like bottlerockets round me, flames spewin' like a drunk's lunch, and no cover cept for an open grave. Found me one of them gold pocket watches though. Fella was dead so he won't mind.
After bout 10 minutes or so, I checked to see if the coast was clear. Other than looking like Hell on a Vegas bender, I was good. My good jeans were covered in ghoul gunk, but I got me a shiny new watch out the deal so I'm guessin' I came out on top.
So I get's me back in my truck and head into the sunrise. Another day breathin' is another day alive.
I sure do hope that gas truck driver fella wasn't on the can when that fillin' station blew. Man that would be one messed up obichyary.
Next stop Washinton DC folks.
How do ya' folks get ghoul gunk out of yer jeans. These were my good pair too.
I told Hank to cover my ass from them undead creepy crawlers comin' up from behind. Never saw it comin' neither. There he is one minute an' gone the next. Ungratefull is what he is. I bring em' along and he goes an' lets my good jeans get ghoul gunk all over em'.
Well hank got 'emself dragged off to God knows where, and well, we'll miss Hank. So what choice did I have but to go an' torch the dam place.
I went back topside ya' see and got me that diesel truck from over by the fillin' station. Driver was takin' a dump in the john so I gone an figured he wouldn't mind none; specially with me savin' the world from undead things.
So I drive that there truck up to the graveyard, drop that there hose in a hole, and turn on that there pump. I fill up them tunnels nice and good, an' drop me a lit bottle of tequila down that same hole. Needless to say it was a pretty nice explosion an' all, but I sort of blew away half of this here town, and of course that diesel truck went up like the Fourth of July over Huston. (One moment folks, that brings a tear to m' eye).
Well I done hit the dirt cause I've got me tombstone shootin' off like bottlerockets round me, flames spewin' like a drunk's lunch, and no cover cept for an open grave. Found me one of them gold pocket watches though. Fella was dead so he won't mind.
After bout 10 minutes or so, I checked to see if the coast was clear. Other than looking like Hell on a Vegas bender, I was good. My good jeans were covered in ghoul gunk, but I got me a shiny new watch out the deal so I'm guessin' I came out on top.
So I get's me back in my truck and head into the sunrise. Another day breathin' is another day alive.
I sure do hope that gas truck driver fella wasn't on the can when that fillin' station blew. Man that would be one messed up obichyary.
Next stop Washinton DC folks.
