This stud-pastry was c-Ryan after the accident and probably wished he hadn’t gone for that last Phillipe at the local gas station, when his fuel tank was Breach-ed! As the burning fuel engulfed him, this Little Boy Blue up, taking most of a city block with him!
Talk about your Cruel Intentions!
That’s the kind of shit you’re in for, guys. Take it! Take it all and then say my name, fuckers.
Seriously though, guys, I’m done. I really appreciate all the help some of you put forward, and though the numbers weren’t all we’d hoped for, my article was a hit with the staff and we’ll probably be doing more. I mostly just wanted a reason to post that crying eagle. It’s like they took my soul and turned it into a bird and then 9/11ed it.
Also, if we’re to be honest here, I was really just looking (as all writers secretly do,) for an excuse to write some zingers. It is, after all, the ultimate form of the written word.