mikl-em:
Mr Chin in the Cropping Room with a Blur Gun
mikl-em:
really? a degree in theater?
mikl-em:
maybe something from my crime rack over here
mikl-em:
this is made of fire
mikl-em:
how did i get into this room all of a sudden
mikl-em:
time share? really.
mikl-em:
I farted.
mikl-em:
In the what room with the WHAT!?!
mikl-em:
good god, man! what about the children?
mikl-em:
really, gravity does that?
mikl-em:
the bar is so far away