A Friday Funny

 

1. It’s kinda sad how when I read the words ‘crimson beast’, my immediate mental image was not of a PMS stricken female, but a vision of Allan’s Lazy-boy recliner.

   Posted by Riggs       02/11/2005  at  02:37 PM  



2. OH SHIT!  You’ve done it now!

   Sorry, I can’t save you from his wrath.  I’m already committed to saving Oink.

   Posted by Vilmar       02/11/2005  at  02:44 PM  



3. .  Riggs
   What?

   Riggs looks around innocently as sick realization slowly sinks in.  He raises
   a terrified face to the heavens.

   Riggs
   Oh my God...what have I done?!?

   Cue dramatic music as we
   cut to :

   Allan, filing his teeth and laughing maniacally.

   Posted by Riggs       02/11/2005  at  03:27 PM  



4. That’s just about right.

   Good thing he is not yet at home.  You still have time to shore up your defenses.

   Posted by Vilmar       02/11/2005  at  04:02 PM  



5. I hereby humbly submit a preemptive apology to Allan, our Secretary of War.  I beseech the Great One to accept this innocent jibe in the full spirit of which it was intended: one of comaraderie and hijinks.
   I say this with all sincerity and the full realization that I cannot outrun the muzzle velocity of a Tokarev bullet fired from Allan’s CZ-52.

   Posted by Riggs       02/11/2005  at  04:49 PM  

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