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So, this is basically what I'd think of when I hear the words "Bodom Beach Terror". Some robot (aptly named "Bodom-on
3.1") on the beach, with a kill drill, and a gun that shoots out fire, and bees, and bullets and soda. Oh, also, he's
wearing a tie, as to blend in with the humans. That's what this is. He also has a computer screen on his chest,
and it says what he's doing there and stuff. Clearly, there would be no survivors, 'cept maybe that nice dog we saw
on the docks, Demon, who's in the next picture...
So here is what I drew: This is what should've happened when we were walking by the docks, and we saw the boats
that went "I Don't Give A Fuck If You RENT ME!!!" and then the awesome ass C.O.B guitar solo would bust in a everything would
explode....but yeah, so there's the boat, singing that part, and then there's the dog on the Docks, Demon, who got scared
of the boat, and didn't wanna go in. Oh, and then there's the stupid Dad in the boat...I dunno if he was really wearing
such a lame shirt or hat, or even if he looked like that at all, but whatever, he's in there trying to get Demon back in the
boat, unbeknownst to the fact that the badass bear behind him just ate his kids and maybe wife....man, check that bear out...he
seriously pones...
Gerry reppin' the West Hawk-Connections rap steez. Yeah, I like this picture. Gerry will truly be missed
*sniff*...Rest In Peace, G Funk...in Peace out there in Alberta...
Mitch in his natural habitat: Being a dork. Ladies, please, calm yourselves! Form a line to his left...He's
got enough of whatever the hell this is to go around for all of you...
Each individual log of this cabin was shat hot out of the ass of Sir Stovetop...wait, no, not this cabin...this was the
cabin we stayed in. It kicked so much ass, you couldn't even believe
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