Thursday, July 8, 2010

In Remembrance of a Goddamn Fucking Friend

fuck.

you just don't find healthy soldiers like General Libido and Dictator Cadaverous anymore, do you?

Corporal Jackson has died, possibly from the inhalation of a dangerous gas (flea bombin'). his scales went from black to gold in less than twelve hours, and he was found belly-up in the afternoon.

i hope that his death brings the downfall of the military base that he was named after.

Lieutenant Prurient has taken the Corporal's place on the nightstand. a replacement goldfish is not scheduled to move into the fishbowl.

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