The Deadites Love You |
Written by Silica | |
Wednesday, January 23 2002 | |
The Deadites promote themsleves implacably, until you all note that we are the only individuals, who can entertain the city of necronomicon and save it's soul.
Yes we are Gods gift to Necronomicon and all geeks of action. We are the federation of the monkey, which protects its God foresaken core. Not even behind the shadow of the growth on Jordan Levy's ass will you hide from our justice. In the end its whole retoric, which is you, can mention that the Deadites forms this scene with the highest grade of transmission performance possible. We maintain the whole on Saturday January the 26 at The Lucky Dog. Telephone number 5083631888 We welcome admiration.
If we do not recieve your highest honor Tiny Wight will see it fit to let you be torn apart by blood thursty zombies.
thank you
silica
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I'm friggin' pissed!
Someone ate my last half gallon of vanilla bean ice cream that I had in the sub-zero walk-in freezer. It was clearly labeled "TINY WIGHT's VANILLA BEAN ICE CREAM, ASSHOLE. NO TOUCHY."
I just got back from the grocery store with all these sundae fixin's and now I'm standing here with MUD on my face. Whoever took that ice cream, I swear to you "I will punch your fucking lights out".
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