Death From Above.


Damnit dude, don’t be shooting the Albaross.

Err… WTF? On a stick?

Um…I don’t get it.

Bring me a bucket.



Someone in the hooch a little early in the morning?

You mean a double-eagle?

Nothing like bird crap to keep you safe huh?

“Just be glad your wife didn’t leave you for an ALBATROSS! My puny kiwi wings weren’t good enough for Delores. No, no, she had to have an ALBATROSS! With great…big…long…wings…”