dropped his popsicle.
Oliver felt sick and the little girl with the pointed nose said:
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dropped his popsicle.
Oliver felt sick and the little girl with the pointed nose said:
if you wouldn't eat fried worms, you wouldnt' feel this way.
Oliver turned away from the little girl and thought. . . .
Fried worms? Everybody knows they taste better when still alive!
So he looked back and said to her:...
"You're just a silly little girl! What do you know?!"
Unfortunately, upon uttering those fateful words. . . .
a whole roving gang of little girls arrived on the scene, pretty annoyed at Oliver's sexist remarks. "Silly, huh?" the leader said meanly, while twirling her pink hair ribbon. " Kid, I am going to show you what silly really means!"
gulping loudly, Oliver brushed the sweat from his brow and said....
gulping loudly, Oliver brushed the sweat from his brow and said confusingly, "where's the beef?"
Then Eddy came wondered out of Yellowstone, and looking up at the full moon, screams...
"All you silly girls are belong to us"
Obviously, eddy spend to much time on the internet and...
suffered from a nasty case of carpal tunnel syndrome. Wondering just who this Eddy dude was, but glad of the distraction he provided, Oliver used the opportunity to make a break for it and escape the marauding pre-pubescent females. Suddenly a shocking turn of events occured....
Oliver realized with growing horror why Eddy had yelled about the girls belonging to "them." All of the girls suddenly and quickly turned into werewolves! Olvier turned to see Eddy leaning against the wall buffing his nails. "It's nothing personal, old chap." Eddy remarked as Oliver went down under the onrush of fur and fangs. "Somebody has to...
be dinner for wolf-girls and they sure don't want Kraft macaroni and cheese!".
Then, the pack leader belched gently and then looked at the treacherous Eddy with a gleam in her eye. Putting down his nail buffer, Eddy...
picked up his modified machine gun loaded with custom-made silver bullets. Noting this, the pack leader. . . .
tried twirling her pink hair ribbon again as a distraction which did not work nearly as well as she might have hoped. Eddy, noticing he had a slight advantage over the young girl-wolves took his chance to...
comb his hair, and check his reflection in a mirror. His idol was Beau Brummel, and he always dressed to the nines, and was extremely fussy about grooming. As the wolf-girls drew slowly and cautiously closer, Eddy remarked. "You know, I really would hate to use this gun. It might not go over so well with The Big Man Downstairs. So what say we just...
"...have a group manicure session. My nails for sure need more buffing and all those claws you gals have look like they need a trim".
Looking down at their feet/paws, the wolf-girls howled in unison and....
...then waited, as if listening to see if the moon would howl back. To my surprise, it...