My Notes:
Dude, it's a joke, not a dick. Don't take it so hard.
It's lets fuck thirst-day!
NEXT STORY ARC
TOSHI LEARNS TO COOK.
Pervert Grandma at family gathering
Karaoke for a date
Amateurs study tactics. Professionals study logistics.
Teamwork makes the dream work
Where is all this blood coming from? I'm like an extra in a samurai film
Have you learned to enter bullet time?
I like to think of it as VATS
First person shooters give me motion sickness.
The king in yellow vest
Fashion Police
It's a cannon that shoots wolves as projectiles. They were used mostly in the war of 1812 when the US tried to invade Canada, but they fell out of favor after WW 1 with the invention of automatic weapons. Especially when the wolves proved to be ill equipped to handle Poison Gas. Putting a gas mask on a wolf just never really worked so the Dominion Arsenal Company discontinued the Wolf Cannon and switched over production to the Hout-Ross Automatic Rifle. The Hout-Ross is much more practical with it's 25 round over the barrel ammo drum, as well as the fact the ammunition never tries to bite your face off.
However, old wolf cannons still remain in use to this day, as long as they are well maintained. A sign of real craftsmanship and the amount of time and dedication taken to produce each cannon. Back then they were made by hand, you see. You often see them in War reenactments, but due to Federal regulations protecting wolf populations, they almost always use rubber molds that resemble wolves.
As opposed to the tomb of kittens and hand jobs
How this works, first, you press the X
Then a transmiticon mounts a quoka clad in bright steel armor.
It travels paths unknown to sun, where flowers have forgotten to foliate.
They call it the black road.
Then your message is fed to a great steel maw for this is how they come to know us.
Griaff on the loose.
A trapdoor opens and... darkness.
The court of
Sip the winter wine no more
Names spoken only as a curse.
The fundamental heart of our product, to devour human lines. We cannot allow even a tiny crack of hope to allow our prey to escape.
God king
Infinity blade
There is a heaven for X and I will take you there.
Bad? This is a violation of the geneva conventions!
Explode in a cloud of psychic knives
My shit is way tormented
A box of wine
I see a rabbit, I take it! I teach it to hate! I teach it to win! I put that bunny in the barrel and I pull the trigger!
AH. it's not the X that spins my straw into gold
Have sex with three ninjas.
This is the beast spoken of in revelations
Every 15 minutes we expose our customers to a X that stomps it's hooves to unknot music only it can hear before it begins the rampage. This has been done for your conveanance.
Ben Franklin : Original Shitposter
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The Black Box Recorder
Slapping paws on the ground to sound like rain.
