I met him in a bar over the Christmas weekend. I knew right away this guy was a turkey. The strut, the way he jerked his head around...no one would miss him.
So I slipped him some Roofies, took him back to the hotel...and cut out his liver so I could sell it on the black market. Or eBay.

So far I have one bid from an E.M. Kennedy.
Posted by Cathy at December 28, 2004 10:43 PMQuick! Run some liquor through it.
Posted by: aelfheld at December 28, 2004 11:51 PMI knew there was a reason why I behave when visiting the Outpost, but I was only worried about getting my butt kicked.
Posted by: Sheriff Bart at December 29, 2004 10:26 AMEverything is all right. Calm down. Back away from the tequila bottle. Just remember, you always have a friend in valium.
Posted by: DaveP at December 29, 2004 11:21 AM