Sunday, January 30, 2011

Coffee Cup - Beau

There he sat, mug in hand, looking guilty. Theresa entered the room in a stern demeanor, saw him, and said "George, you fucking fuck-wit; I have half a mind to dismantle your entire body right now.". George turned his head nonchalantly and flicked her the bird.

Then a big scary monster jumped out from the closet and ate them both.

(YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT ONE COMING, DID YOU?)

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