This is a call to arms for all able-bodied persons. You don't even have to be particuarly strong or anything - you can carry a torch if a pitch-fork is too much for you.
There is a monster on the loose, far worse than Frankenstein - and far more deserving of your pitch-forks.
He's more foul than an unwashed wolf-man (looks like one, too), done worse things than Dracula, and as ugly as the mummy under his bandages - with all the crawly maggoty things.
He's the man that betrayed Freddie. Meaning that the level of Hell he will go to is within view of Satan himself.
This is a call to arms against Jim Hutton - the foul beast that everyone hates and who I am certain I can muster a respectable army against.
You may register for service in our army here.
We will be leaving shortly for Ireland to chase his free-loading ass out of his gift-house and teach him a lesson.
<font color=red>The Audacity of Charles wrote: This is a call to arms for all able-bodied persons. You don't even have to be particuarly strong or anything - you can carry a torch if a pitch-fork is too much for you.
There is a monster on the loose, far worse than Frankenstein - and far more deserving of your pitch-forks.
He's more foul than an unwashed wolf-man (looks like one, too), done worse things than Dracula, and as ugly as the mummy under his bandages - with all the crawly maggoty things.
He's the man that betrayed Freddie. Meaning that the level of Hell he will go to is within view of Satan himself.
This is a call to arms against Jim Hutton - the foul beast that everyone hates and who I am certain I can muster a respectable army against.
You may register for service in our army here.
We will be leaving shortly for Ireland to chase his free-loading ass out of his gift-house and teach him a lesson.
Or we could just simply kick seven bells out of you instead, much more fun.
<font color=red>The Audacity of Charles wrote: This is a call to arms for all able-bodied persons. You don't even have to be particuarly strong or anything - you can carry a torch if a pitch-fork is too much for you.
There is a monster on the loose, far worse than Frankenstein - and far more deserving of your pitch-forks.
He's more foul than an unwashed wolf-man (looks like one, too), done worse things than Dracula, and as ugly as the mummy under his bandages - with all the crawly maggoty things.
He's the man that betrayed Freddie. Meaning that the level of Hell he will go to is within view of Satan himself.
This is a call to arms against Jim Hutton - the foul beast that everyone hates and who I am certain I can muster a respectable army against.
You may register for service in our army here.
We will be leaving shortly for Ireland to chase his free-loading ass out of his gift-house and teach him a lesson.
No, I'm not good at this.
I can't just go away and leave it alone -
I come back (like now) and say "this is not serious".
Maybe I should make another account for this, but I don't.