Killed For Less

It’s crazy to think this was in 1990. I was like 8. If only I knew.

And yes, I owned it and played it until I pulled all those kids out of the closet to be with Michael and not those creepy guys in suits. Wait. What?

GREETINGS FROM MUTANT HEADQUARTERS!

I ran across this while reading something mentioning that Connery wants to come back as a Bond villain or something. An evil, woman-beating Bond villain.

Silly bitch! BOND REGRETS NOTHING.

(one day early) Thanks Beth for the dope cake. My exposure to pink candy corn (as the teeth) was enlightening. And sorry Garage for the big ass mess of foil and sticky ass frosting.

Oh, and Miller’s game face:

2 growlers for $12. Thats 1 gallon of the best local beer for 12 dollars. But I think we got hooked up, since it should be like $20 (since we didn’t have the jars to exchange). But either way, this will now become my religous tradition every Saturday. Considering I can get my ass outta bed before 11, since they close at 12 with no Sundays.

Can’t even read it, but still gave me a chuckle.

Comic [fffound!]

Top Story [theonion.com]

Thanks Miller.

Elliott, if you or LP touch this….so help me God….

You know, like it used to be. (Sorry for the bad shots guys, too much Jameson).

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