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The last person to Post here wins! (now with Prizes!) (pg. 74)
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| Theresa |
| Luckily for him, that plane was leaving in 3 minutes, leaving him JUST enough time to board the plane. |
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| Theresa |
| So the plane flies to South California, with little midget king garfopple in tow. |
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| Theresa |
| I seriously don't know why he didn't just ask me to fly him there. :conf: |
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| Theresa |
| Blah blah blah, the midget kings finds Cale surrounded by tonnes of hotties and cars. |
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| Theresa |
| The midget King quickly finds, to his advantage, that Cale is so hammered, there is no way in a million years he could defend himself in a fight. |
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| Theresa |
| So the midget King runs up to Cale and kicks him in the shin, and yells "THIS IS TO AVENGE MY ARMY OF MIDGETS!!" |
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| Theresa |
| Cale, drunken and disorderly wobbles around trying to find his wits, which unfortunately he does not have :p |
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| Theresa |
| The king is very pleased with this, and goes to boot him in the shin again!!! |
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| nusty |
| if you keep this up you're bound to win another sprint tonight. ;) |
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| Theresa |
| Cale trys to swagger out of the direction of the Kings kick. |
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| Theresa |
| Suddenly, Cale loses his balance, and falls straight down on the King Garflopper himself!!! |
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