Kevin
09 | 05 | 2008
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Salamandra's limbs may regenerate... but the rest of her is screwed.
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I would comment on the link between deep-grooved tires and crotch-related injuries, but judging from the shape of those spandex pants, I would be too late.
Hope his legs don't get tired (hah!), because otherwise that thing's gonna CHAFE!!!
Haha, kind of reminds me of Axle from Twisted Metal 2.
Love the details of the wheel treads. And the precarious driving position!
I love the fact that he's this tough guy yet he's doing the splits over a big rubber tire...IN HIS UNDEROOS, no doubt! Amazing, KC. Amazing.
That just looks uncomfortable. Some heroes have it better than others, I suppose.
Hahahaha. Would also be effective against The Mighty Armadillo and Possum-man.
nailman will pop him
I think you remember the birthday squad- Arthur, my younger brother, on far left of our photo, Jacqueline, the only girl member, me, Brutus, the kid with the "BACON" shirt, Alex, whom you know is bald, and John, the boy with glasses who doesn't appear in our group photo. All this time I see you have been guessing why I look glum in the photo. Here's why. I look glum because I suffer from a condition that turns me into a werebully every time there's a full moon. This all started when I was a six year old, when a bully named Francis pinched me so hard, it actually punctured the skin! Over the years I have tried to cure this problem, but sad to say, whenever I go to a birthday party, I see myself mutate into the Bully Brothers. I try to restrain them but I feel ropes tighten as I see two views at once in the pink walls of blue cheese. I scream with all my might to tell them to stop beating up my teammates, but no one hears my screams. This next full moon, I vow not to become the Bully Brothers. I can avoid them because I've actually discovered something that will cure me of them. The cure is a pureed mixture of milk, honey, and canned corn beef with carrots and cabbages. That way, for our next group photo, I can actually smile with relief that I am safe, and so is my team.
@Agent009
Dude... seek help.
the text should have said 'keeps on turning' instead :-)
@Haricot Vert
I think I figured it out... corned beef is called bully beef in the UK! Wait... What does bully beef have do with bullying?