Thursday, December 07, 2006

Vacation In the Sun, Covered In My Own Blood.

Well, I'm off to the murder capital of Canada. Wish me luck. I'll be back soon, or possibly never.


Anonymous Michael Korvac said...

What? 2 murders a decade? You wouldn't last a second in the slave pits of the Badoon homeworld!

1:31 a.m.  
Blogger Jerk Of All Trades 2.0 said...

You're going to Flin Flon?

Those people weren't murdered man, they died of boredom.

7:13 a.m.  
Blogger Braindead Spaceman said...

best. blog.

12:20 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How dare you leave your post?
Very unproffessional.
Ten demerits.

3:30 p.m.  
Blogger nijaz said...

And I know what ull be sipping from a cocktail glass . . .

11:59 a.m.  
Blogger Ash Karreau said...

Anti-freeze. It's Indian country. (insert sound of the futon being pulled out, because that one is going to put me on the couch for a few days)

3:09 p.m.  
Anonymous Michael Korvac said...

Futon pulled out? Since when did you get married?

Sqaws have no sense of humour.

Oh, and neither do Niggers. Yeeesh.

9:03 p.m.  
Blogger Ash Karreau said...

I don't know that I did, but there was a bunch of sweetgrass and a sweat lodge involved. I'm assuming I'm either married or transformed into the Wolfen.

9:54 p.m.  
Blogger Jerk Of All Trades 2.0 said...

Not Wolfen man, Wendigo.

8:18 a.m.  

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