This is my Boom Stick!

Alright you screwheads, it’s that time of year, so come get some!

Please don’t post here, your primitive intellect wouldn’t understand verbs and predicates and compositions and sentence structures…

Klaatu Barata mumblemumble.

First you wanna kill me, now you wanna kiss me. (spits out grape seed) Blow!

Gimme some sugar, baby.

That’s right, this sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids, Michigan.


Good…bad…I’m the guy with the gun.

Yeah, maybe I’ll do that.
…and maybe I’m a Chinese jet pilot.

It’s a trick. Get an axe.

Shop smart. Shop S-Mart.

Honey, you got reeeal ugly.

You see, in this world there’s two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig. You dig.

Are all men of the future loud-mouthed braggarts?

Nope. Just me, baby. Just me.

Well hello Mister Fancypants.

You ain’t leading but two things right now: Jack, and Shit. And Jack left town.

Ramming speed!

{looks around slowly. WTF? walks slowly, slowly backward out of the thread, closing the door quietly, then runs like hell :confused::eek:}

We can’t bury Cheryl, she’s our friend!

Good. Bad. I’m the guy with the gun.

Goody little two shoes, goody little TWO shoes, goody little TWO SHOES…