Monday, July 7, 2008
Ping Pong Kong
On a far off island that no map records, there lies the one beast that can only be tamed by a college blonde with sexy librarian glasses.
I speak, of course, of Ping Pong Kong. Scrotey Beast from the Lost Civilization of Clown Island.
Who knows what havoc will be unleased if Pong ever gets loose in the discount liquor aisle of the local convenience store?
We’re talking mass chaos. Dogs and cats living together. Mass hysteria.
And by mass hysteria, I mean mild intoxication followed by impotent sarcasm directed vaguely towards the clerk working the midnight shift.
Then returning back to the frat to play GTA IV until 5am. Because the econ test on Tuesday is like totally stupid.
