I think my obsession with the apocalypse started with my crush on the well-dressed brunette honey from the largely forgotten post-apocalyptic TV show Ark II. Seriously, how hot does she look in that uniform? Although I don't remember her being so much shorter than the rest of the cast.
Crikey. How much saline solution do you need to make a testicle that big? And holding your penis aloft with a bridle and sticking a mop in your bum just makes everyone think you are an actual show pony. Poser.
Only after surviving a 2,000 year space voyage at near-light speed, witnessing the murder of your friend and colleague, being imprisoned, put on trial and having your hi-tech outfit stolen by a bunch of primitive humans do you throw in the towel and say, “you know what? I’ve had enough. I’ve always wanted to fuck a monkey, I’m now going to fuck a monkey and no one can stop me from fucking the monkey.”
OK. How amazing do these guys look? They're like a combination of all of my favourite dance moves/album covers/homoerotic desires prancing around on what can only be described as the best looking horses I've certainly ever seen.
I love the way mass murderers always look so unassuming and studious.
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I'm assuming that "the well-dressed brunette honey" you referred to isn't:
a) the young boy
b) the old monkey
c) ordinarily so similar to the lovechild between an Oompa Loompa and Anna Ryder Richardson.
You need a 'follow' button, because I love this blog.
You're the only one. But I'm content with just one follower. So long as you do cool stuff for me like steal petrol and shoot bandits.
...I think I'd prefer you followed the Zezaurian Society anyways...I can't imagine updating this one too often...
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