Bing Crosby & David Bowie - Peace On Earth/Little Drummer Boy
It's the first of the month. You know what that means... Wish List time!!!
Wait wait wait. First things first. I have to put THIS on in case one of you suckers desperate to fulfill your oral fixations generous ladies are in a charitable mood. OK, done. Now where was I? Ah, yes.
A Jamaican Lawyer... I don't need an officer of the court for any reason, but MAN! Wouldn't it be sweet if I had one with a strong Patois accent??? The simple phase "objection!" would have me snickering to myself. Plus, the dreads. How intimidated would people be when getting grilled by a massive Rastafarian with thick dreads in a three piece? It's teh win, baby!
A Mexican Stormtrooper... I figure at least they would know how to shoot (and party!). An incentive for their fighting force would be cases of beer and tequila for every Mexi-Clone! Finally! I can Order 66 the shit out of my enemies. Also, I could ride around town in style!
This gun... BOOM! Headshot. 'nuff said.
Johnny 5 a) He's still alive; b) He's likely rusting somewhere in America deep within a hick's scrapheap, not knowing what he has. Damn that Short Circuit... I watched that movie around 3.72 times a week, between the ages of 5 and 8. Who wouldn't want a wise-cracking robot with a big 80s style laser latched to his shoulder?! Now that I think about it, I may want Robocop instead. He's faster and has one sweet-ass gun.
Too bad he suffers from Parkinson's...
whelp.
that's it.
What, you were expecting me to be super pervy about it? Nah. I live in a dimension called Reality... the stuff I wrote down has a better chance of coming true than wishing to be the meat in the middle of a frisky female pile of LUST! *cue .gif*
It's the first of the month. You know what that means... Wish List time!!!
Wait wait wait. First things first. I have to put THIS on in case one of you suckers desperate to fulfill your oral fixations generous ladies are in a charitable mood. OK, done. Now where was I? Ah, yes.
A Jamaican Lawyer... I don't need an officer of the court for any reason, but MAN! Wouldn't it be sweet if I had one with a strong Patois accent??? The simple phase "objection!" would have me snickering to myself. Plus, the dreads. How intimidated would people be when getting grilled by a massive Rastafarian with thick dreads in a three piece? It's teh win, baby!
A Mexican Stormtrooper... I figure at least they would know how to shoot (and party!). An incentive for their fighting force would be cases of beer and tequila for every Mexi-Clone! Finally! I can Order 66 the shit out of my enemies. Also, I could ride around town in style!
This gun... BOOM! Headshot. 'nuff said.
Johnny 5 a) He's still alive; b) He's likely rusting somewhere in America deep within a hick's scrapheap, not knowing what he has. Damn that Short Circuit... I watched that movie around 3.72 times a week, between the ages of 5 and 8. Who wouldn't want a wise-cracking robot with a big 80s style laser latched to his shoulder?! Now that I think about it, I may want Robocop instead. He's faster and has one sweet-ass gun.
Too bad he suffers from Parkinson's...
whelp.
that's it.
What, you were expecting me to be super pervy about it? Nah. I live in a dimension called Reality... the stuff I wrote down has a better chance of coming true than wishing to be the meat in the middle of a frisky female pile of LUST! *cue .gif*
HAPPY HOLIDAYS, BITCHES!
VIEW 27 of 27 COMMENTS
burntsolace:
Where is Mama Troy to take care of you when you need her?
lisainnocent:
I have no idea who he was....but he was beautiful