The general smiled. "No," he said. "Hunting tigers ceased to interest me some years ago. I exhausted their possibilities, you see. No thrill left in tigers, no real danger. I live for danger, Mr. Rainsford. I live for grizzly-boom tennis."
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Sunday, July 4, 2010
The chicken turned out orgasmic. It impregnated every woman in a 2 mile radius. Old men spoke in tongues. Cthulhu briefly woke and licked his chops.
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