BRAND NEW CAR
BRAND NEW CAR
the day has come. you, an old man, are pretty sure that today will be your last day. you go about your day as normal, though you are shocked there is no bird in sight. its the end of the day and you’re a tad bit suspicious, but you lay down for bed, shrugging your shoulders. maybe i got off lucky. you and your partner share some final words. as you are about to whisper one last sweet nothing, the bedroom window shatters and in comes a pigeon, raving about the room. you gasp in horror for a short moment before the bird interrupts your terror, shitting in your mouth. tears welling up in your eyes, you begin to choke. your partner is crying and wailing, you are grasping at the air hoping something will pull you back. the room appears to fade out. no more sounds.
you choked to death on bird shit.
MST3K meets the Grateful Dead.
This is both one of my favorite host segments and one of the first host segments I ever saw. Tom Servo’s “THANK GOD!” when the movie sign goes off kills me.
They did not lie.
Hello senior Austin. Thought this little gem I found today would go great in the okay tag
I wish I had written that but sadly I did not :/
I will say this. Your confession page sure beats WVU’s.
"One time a blew a guy on the dance floor of Cellar."
Today at work I had to sort boxes of Pork Humerus Bones dog treats.
Instantly thought of you.