swimming with the fishes

Your little Gnome friend has quite a mouth on him. He simply refuses to obey orders and won’t shut up. All day long he cries, “Justin, Justin, where is my master”. My slap torture machine is no match for his cute little cheeks. Today we threw him into the Bushkill in order to shut his filthy pie hole.

Have no fear my friend with red hair, my divers are currently retrieving him. This is just a warning. He now knows who his master really is.

Muhuhuhuhuhhahahahahahah, breathe, Muhuhuhuhuhhahahahahahah, breathe, Muhuhuhuhuhhahahahahahah

2 comments

  1. He was always frightened of water, so you certainly have some unique powers of persuasion. Though, I am confident even you cannot sever the bond between us. He is only leading you to believe he is your loyal servant.

  2. Why don’t you update the links on your site? I’m beginning to think this is all a sham and you aren’t serious about following this whole thing through.

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