YukonKronic
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Are you ready? I think your gonna have some nice tops there...
bacon is a mighty powerful motivatorWait… what? I'm lost… I think I should go back a few pages and read more about this story.
I liked it tho. But placing explosives in someone's property seems a little bit too much. What have they done to you? :O
Wait… what? I'm lost… I think I should go back a few pages and read more about this story.
I liked it tho. But placing explosives in someone's property seems a little bit too much. What have they done to you? :O
I went thru all the history this morning. The first pages are very funny! I laughed quite a bit for sure. It was a good reading, very original
I have a couple of doubts tho: a) How did the beautifull Mrs. Smiley adquire the ability to hear the zammies without the need of translation from the kushy clones? b) I thought that Swamp Thang and Elly were imaginary creatures from the Big BOOBS. Is Big BOOBS a magical book that can give life to the characters inside of it? Is it a collection of real histories from the residents of "this world"? I'm interested in Big BOOBS.
I'm for sure not a "ripper lovin' vegetarian. It's true that the Fudd brothers did bad when they broke into your temple, but c'mon; first Bubs sold them shitty clones(probably for a high amount of cash), then they were threathen by JoJo and Mrs.Smiley… it seems like they don't have an easy life
I think Bubs is an asshole and a bad influence for you. His acts are motivated only by his own interests. He looks like a business wolf. I wouldn't be surprissed if he blows the tunnel with all of you guys inside and then steal your zammies. Hell, he probably thinks that the plants are his anyways, since he gave you the seeds. Never trust an above average IQ wolf.
I would gladly accept the tutu and I wouldn't say no to a nice slice of bacon, but I don't trust Bubs…
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"Brickweeder, Common Sense, Consolidated and DNM1 were wandering around, dreaming of pork and smoking vast quantities of sativa"Meanwhile, Bubs and gorilla ganja had found an access point to the storm sewer which was well concealed and far from the view of the Fudd brother’s place. When they climbed down the ladder into the concrete sewer, Bubs noted it was tall enough to stand up in and bone-dry. “This’ll be perfect” he thought to himself and commenced to do a series of complex calculations in his head and after a few minutes declared that the Fudd brothers house was 623 feet along the sewer line and to the left. As they walked along the sewer line. Bubs carefully measured their progress while gg payed out a string of led lights which he hung from the ceiling with self adhesive hooks. When they had gone the appropriate distance, Bubs said “this is it” and put a big X on the side of the sewer line with a bright orange spray bomb. “How are we gonna get through the concrete wall of the sewer line?” asked gorilla ganja. “It’s gotta be 4 inches thick" he said. “I’m not sure” replied Bubs “I’ll discuss it with Koodense and see if he has any ideas”. With that, the two creatures retraced their route and worked their way back to the gathering by smilley’s hovel.
Back at the gathering, tents, motorhomes and travel trailers had been set up and still more of smilley’s friends were showing up. Deepwaterdude had arrived, along with Dropped Cat, White Beard, SolarLogos, mycillium and Cvh. Primobud showed up with his God Bud and plenty of infused fudge. Brickweeder, Common Sense, Consolidated and DNM1 were wandering around, dreaming of pork and smoking vast quantities of sativa. All of the usual suspects were gathered together (if I missed anybody, just add a post, I’m still looking for tunnellers). Some had come for the impromptu smoke-in, some had come for a taste of Mrs smilley’s pork cooking, some had come because they had an axe to grind with the Fudd brothers and some had just come because it appeared to be a fun place to hang out with a bunch of good people.
It should be noted that there was no shortage of food, just pork. Bbq’s were sizzling all around the gathering. One could smell beef cooking, bison, moose and elk. There was chicken, goose and partridge. Plenty of fish and sea food. Just no pork. There wasn’t a pulled pork sandwich for miles. Bacon was but a distant memory and ham hadn’t been available for weeks. Smilley was at his wits end. He lived for pork and with each passing day, a little of him was slipping away slowly. He’d even stopped laughing at the zammie’s indica jokes. He was happy that his friends were rallying around him to aid in his quest for pork. And, he knows, as Emeril Lagasse knows, Pork Fat Rules........
Bonus Link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8dxpMxULHnA