All he had was the clothes on his back and a shining red gemstone worth thirty-thousand shmuckers.
The lyrics, originally designed for maximum remembrance by vapid teenagers
I have been meaning to make a "musical fruit" parody for ages.
For the price he was charging the RNC, he could afford to be scrupulous.
Put some Yippie in your Kipi
“Are you all right, my lord?” The Emperor’s response only confirmed Prang’s growing fear.
I have long wanted to create some "Erfworld Problems" pictures and finally got...
“What are your dreams like?” Dolf added. The Professor cackled his peculiar laugh.
We’re not here to fight you, mon, but if you insist…you’ll be the first to croak.
He chomped down into dark, earthy firmness and drained