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In an overlit office, a put-upon minion sighed miserably. He scratched fitfully at his lederhosen, and yearned for the day he could wear jodhpurs. Something appeared from inside his boot, jumped up on the table and announced "Welcome..." a fierce all-seeing Eye. Its burning gaze swept across the room, perusing the empty folders meticulously labelled "blueprints", "private", "diagrams", "recipes".
"Not you again!" the minion said, and grabbed a book to hit it with. "Welcome fucking what?" he snapped irritably. The eye blinked angrily, bounced across the table and landed in the waste paper basket, dead. The minion, whose name was
HARRISON FORD IS IRRADIATING OUR TESTICLES WITH MICROWAVE SATELLITE TRANSMISSIONS
AND WHO THE FUCK STOLE MY BOILED EGGS?
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In an overlit office, a put-upon minion sighed miserably. He scratched fitfully at his lederhosen, and yearned for the day he could wear jodhpurs. Something appeared from inside his boot, jumped up on the table and announced "Welcome..." a fierce all-seeing Eye. Its burning gaze swept across the room, perusing the empty folders meticulously labelled "blueprints", "private", "diagrams", "recipes".
"Not you again!" the minion said, and grabbed a book to hit it with. "Welcome fucking what?" he snapped irritably. The eye blinked angrily, bounced across the table and landed in the waste paper basket, dead. The minion, whose name was Hank, returned to his blueprints he had to finish this
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In an overlit office, a put-upon minion sighed miserably. He scratched fitfully at his lederhosen, and yearned for the day he could wear jodhpurs. Something appeared from inside his boot, jumped up on the table and announced "Welcome..." a fierce all-seeing Eye. Its burning gaze swept across the room, perusing the empty folders meticulously labelled "blueprints", "private", "diagrams", "recipes".
"Not you again!" the minion said, and grabbed a book to hit it with. "Welcome fucking what?" he snapped irritably. The eye blinked angrily, bounced across the table and landed in the waste paper basket, dead. The minion, whose name was Hank, returned to his blueprints. He had to finish the cryogenics laboratory, but had no idea how to
HARRISON FORD IS IRRADIATING OUR TESTICLES WITH MICROWAVE SATELLITE TRANSMISSIONS
AND WHO THE FUCK STOLE MY BOILED EGGS?
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In an overlit office, a put-upon minion sighed miserably. He scratched fitfully at his lederhosen, and yearned for the day he could wear jodhpurs. Something appeared from inside his boot, jumped up on the table and announced "Welcome..." a fierce all-seeing Eye. Its burning gaze swept across the room, perusing the empty folders meticulously labelled "blueprints", "private", "diagrams", "recipes".
"Not you again!" the minion said, and grabbed a book to hit it with. "Welcome fucking what?" he snapped irritably. The eye blinked angrily, bounced across the table and landed in the waste paper basket, dead. The minion, whose name was Hank, returned to his blueprints. He had to finish the cryogenics laboratory, but had no idea how to choose an ambient lighting scheme for the frozen head room. Sighing heavily,
OH PLEASE...
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In an overlit office, a put-upon minion sighed miserably. He scratched fitfully at his lederhosen, and yearned for the day he could wear jodhpurs. Something appeared from inside his boot, jumped up on the table and announced "Welcome..." a fierce all-seeing Eye. Its burning gaze swept across the room, perusing the empty folders meticulously labelled "blueprints", "private", "diagrams", "recipes".
"Not you again!" the minion said, and grabbed a book to hit it with. "Welcome fucking what?" he snapped irritably. The eye blinked angrily, bounced across the table and landed in the waste paper basket, dead. The minion, whose name was Hank, returned to his blueprints. He had to finish the cryogenics laboratory, but had no idea how to choose an ambient lighting scheme for the frozen head room. Sighing heavily, he closed his bug-like eyes and pointed to "ocean".
HARRISON FORD IS IRRADIATING OUR TESTICLES WITH MICROWAVE SATELLITE TRANSMISSIONS
AND WHO THE FUCK STOLE MY BOILED EGGS?
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In an overlit office, a put-upon minion sighed miserably. He scratched fitfully at his lederhosen, and yearned for the day he could wear jodhpurs. Something appeared from inside his boot, jumped up on the table and announced "Welcome..." a fierce all-seeing Eye. Its burning gaze swept across the room, perusing the empty folders meticulously labelled "blueprints", "private", "diagrams", "recipes".
"Not you again!" the minion said, and grabbed a book to hit it with. "Welcome fucking what?" he snapped irritably. The eye blinked angrily, bounced across the table and landed in the waste paper basket, dead. The minion, whose name was Hank, returned to his blueprints. He had to finish the cryogenics laboratory, but had no idea how to choose an ambient lighting scheme for the frozen head room. Sighing heavily, he closed his bug-like eyes and pointed to "ocean".
Suddenly, he was overcome by a shuddering dread of
OH PLEASE...
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In an overlit office, a put-upon minion sighed miserably. He scratched fitfully at his lederhosen, and yearned for the day he could wear jodhpurs. Something appeared from inside his boot, jumped up on the table and announced "Welcome..." a fierce all-seeing Eye. Its burning gaze swept across the room, perusing the empty folders meticulously labelled "blueprints", "private", "diagrams", "recipes".
"Not you again!" the minion said, and grabbed a book to hit it with. "Welcome fucking what?" he snapped irritably. The eye blinked angrily, bounced across the table and landed in the waste paper basket, dead. The minion, whose name was Hank, returned to his blueprints. He had to finish the cryogenics laboratory, but had no idea how to choose an ambient lighting scheme for the frozen head room. Sighing heavily, he closed his bug-like eyes and pointed to "ocean".
Suddenly, he was overcome by a shuddering dread of realisation; he hadn't fed Martin. "Shit. Fuck." Martin hates that.
HARRISON FORD IS IRRADIATING OUR TESTICLES WITH MICROWAVE SATELLITE TRANSMISSIONS
AND WHO THE FUCK STOLE MY BOILED EGGS?
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In an overlit office, a put-upon minion sighed miserably. He scratched fitfully at his lederhosen, and yearned for the day he could wear jodhpurs. Something appeared from inside his boot, jumped up on the table and announced "Welcome..." a fierce all-seeing Eye. Its burning gaze swept across the room, perusing the empty folders meticulously labelled "blueprints", "private", "diagrams", "recipes".
"Not you again!" the minion said, and grabbed a book to hit it with. "Welcome fucking what?" he snapped irritably. The eye blinked angrily, bounced across the table and landed in the waste paper basket, dead. The minion, whose name was Hank, returned to his blueprints. He had to finish the cryogenics laboratory, but had no idea how to choose an ambient lighting scheme for the frozen head room. Sighing heavily, he closed his bug-like eyes and pointed to "ocean".
Suddenly, he was overcome by a shuddering dread of realisation; he hadn't fed Martin. "Shit. Fuck." Martin hates that. Slipping on a steel gauntlet in haste he didn't notice
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In an overlit office, a put-upon minion sighed miserably. He scratched fitfully at his lederhosen, and yearned for the day he could wear jodhpurs. Something appeared from inside his boot, jumped up on the table and announced "Welcome..." a fierce all-seeing Eye. Its burning gaze swept across the room, perusing the empty folders meticulously labelled "blueprints", "private", "diagrams", "recipes".
"Not you again!" the minion said, and grabbed a book to hit it with. "Welcome fucking what?" he snapped irritably. The eye blinked angrily, bounced across the table and landed in the waste paper basket, dead. The minion, whose name was Hank, returned to his blueprints. He had to finish the cryogenics laboratory, but had no idea how to choose an ambient lighting scheme for the frozen head room. Sighing heavily, he closed his bug-like eyes and pointed to "ocean".
Suddenly, he was overcome by a shuddering dread of realisation; he hadn't fed Martin. "Shit. Fuck." Martin hates that. Slipping on a steel gauntlet in haste he didn't notice the oily black substance trickling down the walls. Luckily though
OH PLEASE...
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In an overlit office, a put-upon minion sighed miserably. He scratched fitfully at his lederhosen, and yearned for the day he could wear jodhpurs. Something appeared from inside his boot, jumped up on the table and announced "Welcome..." a fierce all-seeing Eye. Its burning gaze swept across the room, perusing the empty folders meticulously labelled "blueprints", "private", "diagrams", "recipes".
"Not you again!" the minion said, and grabbed a book to hit it with. "Welcome fucking what?" he snapped irritably. The eye blinked angrily, bounced across the table and landed in the waste paper basket, dead. The minion, whose name was Hank, returned to his blueprints. He had to finish the cryogenics laboratory, but had no idea how to choose an ambient lighting scheme for the frozen head room. Sighing heavily, he closed his bug-like eyes and pointed to "ocean".
Suddenly, he was overcome by a shuddering dread of realisation; he hadn't fed Martin. "Shit. Fuck." Martin hates that. Slipping on a steel gauntlet in haste he didn't notice the oily black substance trickling down the walls. Luckily though martin was too interested in the bouncing eye show. Whose eye black
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