It’s all fun and balloons until the saxophone playing gorilla comes to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin’ and hollerin’ and screamin’ and sometimes the saxophone playing gorilla goes away… but sometimes he wouldn’t go away. Sometimes that saxophone playing gorilla he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about a saxophone playing gorilla… he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be living… until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin’ and the hollerin’, they all come in and they… rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don’t know how many saxophone playing gorillas, maybe a thousand…Sorry Isiah I couldn’t resist
Uhmm…okay. I’m alright with the saxophone, but balloons? Come on.
Uh, MCW, have you met Balloons yet? She’s really hot.
This will make the big ass BBQ worth coming to.
infidel likes big balloons. On gorillas, I don’t know yet.
Mike, you got me there, pal! If she’s good enough for infidel, she’s good enough for me. Wait, did I really say that?
Keep notes, MCW, Infidel has got great taste in women.
Other than that sponge bob chick with the backwards bathing suit…..
here’s the gorilla…
Hmmm. A dude dressed as a gorilla dressed as a lady. I’ll have to unpack that one.
Jonco, you need to add the option to delete posts that we didn’t mean to post…
I deleted it for you. The pic was too large anyway.
Beer goggles for bits and pieces, Kate!
It’s all fun and balloons until the saxophone playing gorilla comes to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin’ and hollerin’ and screamin’ and sometimes the saxophone playing gorilla goes away… but sometimes he wouldn’t go away. Sometimes that saxophone playing gorilla he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about a saxophone playing gorilla… he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be living… until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin’ and the hollerin’, they all come in and they… rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don’t know how many saxophone playing gorillas, maybe a thousand…Sorry Isiah I couldn’t resist
OK, OK, No gorilla playing saxaphone!
I guess I was thinking if we ran low on meat for the grill(a) we’d have back up. Grilla… get it?
Bill and Monica got a new gig?
No, Scott, they’re still playing the whormonica.
I thought that was the skin flute
Somebody radio in and get Bill a bigger boat!
Mike, I’m going to be honest: I have no idea what you’re trying to tell me. My new meds have made me functionally retarded.