...Del Murder had a bit too much to eat.
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xD
I'm scared by that. :(
The future is here, at last.
That was, yet again... sehr uncomfortable.
Whatever happened to tacos being the currency of the future?
I'm tempted to insert a random joke about flatulence, spicy food and jet propulsion. However, I think I'll stick to the slightly more witty approach of acknowledging my previous plan in a subtle yet highly amusing manner, thus allowing people to make up their own little fart jokes.
I'd pay anything to have sex with an oven on Easter during a thrunderstorm in that thing.
When you gotta go, you gotta go.
LOLOLOL. xDDD
As I said in chat, that looks like something right out of Brainiac: Science Abuse, a show in the UK where they do some pretty weird experiments and the like.
My dreams have come true.
Del Murder's excrement is explosive... how amazing.
Has someone called the science journals?
Ok! Who lit the match?