<> <<80x50 only>> <> ::::::::::::::::: ____________ ::: / )::: (_________ \::: __________________ _______) /::: ( ) / _____ /:::: _________________ ) ___________/ / (____/ / :::: ( ____________/ / (_________ / / :::: : | / \ \_________/ drunk___| :________ \ \ choking ::::)____ ________/ \ \ :::: | | \ \ :::: | | fucks \_________________) :::: : : :::: | | :::: : ( :::: -)___/ Once upon a time, there lived three little piggies. not piggies in the ordinary sense, but pigs none the less. One day these pigs decided it was time to get back at old BB Wolf. So they bought a rabid female hyena and slipped it some extacy. Stage One complete. The piggies took the hyena bitch down to the bar and left her there, knowing that the wolf would soon be there and would hit on anything breathing. While poor dumb bastard wolf was at the bar, the pigs broke into his swinging bachelor pad and installed some surveillance cameras, hoping to have a good laugh. (All the while they tried to ignore the sticky computer in the corner). On the way home, they decided to grab some beer for the big event. Right on time, the wolf had picked up that bitch and taken her home. The piggies settled in for a gut-busting laugh-fest. And what do you kow, but soon they were all rather inebriated. Flipping on the other cameras, they got a good view of wolf and hyena doing the funky monkey on the kitchen table. However, what BB Wolf didn't notice was the extacy wearing off. Bad for BB, good for the piggies. That hyena bitch wasn't in a good mood. <> The pigs were laughing their asses off at the scene of wolfly carnage before them. In fact, those drunk fucks laughed so hard that they were choking. In fact, they choked so hard that all three of them died also. So ends our little fairy tale. :::: :::::::::::::::::::::::: _____________ :::::::::::::::::::::::: _______________________________ :::: ___)))__))__ ______________ (_____ __ ) ) _ ( _____) / / /__ \_________/ / ______/ / | | :::: )))__________ / (_____/ / dead __:_ |_))___::: / ______ __) (__________/ )_| ________)::/ .--_______/ : | ::::\ \ (_______ cops : | :::: \ .--_____ \__ : | fugging: \____________) : _| :::: :/ :::: :::: i'm tired of being politically correct. we have bounties on rodents. gophers, beavers, crows, snakes, and the like. but these are too easy to kill. maybe it's time we get paid to hunt something that can fight back. maybe like cops. cops could be fun to whack, and at least now we'd get PAID to do it. none of this bullshit copkilling just for fun. now we can do it for the profit. there's just one thing i need to work out.... how to pile all those DEAD FUGGING COPS in the back of the truck. :::: _________________________________ ::::............ ___________________ :::::::::::::::: ____________ :::: _________ __/ / :::: ((______ ) (___ ________) :::: __________) l : | :::: l | _| :______ _____________ | _________ : DIE (_ ______) / \ : (_________)| : l ) / ___________/ | : | | (___________ cow! : \ : : fat \ \ |______________) l | \_____________/ | l :::: :_____) :::: :::: :::: :::: ah, there you are. :::: :::: you brainless lump of goo. :::: :::: raised by the farmer-guy, :::: :::: do you know what's about to happen? :::: :::: it's bovine university for you, BAYBEE!! :::: :::: i can't wait for you to graduate. :::: :::: (and make a personal appearance in my local store) :::: remember all those good times we had, :::: :::: tipping you in the fields? :::: :::: well soon we'll be dipping you :::: :::: and wishing you were veal. :::: :::: but beggars can't be choosers. :::: :::: maybe, if i beg, :::: :::: i can be the one to fire the bolt gun at your head. :::: mmm, head goo. :::: :::: so hurry your big square ass across the floor :::: and onto my plate. :::: :::: why? :::: :::: :::: :::: because i'm hungry. :::: :::: :::: :::: :::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::