Before his cruel reign over the post apocalyptic outback and his unquenchable lust for fuel and strapping victims to the front of his mighty rig, Lord Humungous had humungous dreams and a humungous heart and loved nothing more than spending a sunny day catching trout out of farmer Gundry's pond.
Just walk away...
ReplyDeleteI think I hear the Andy Griffith show theme being whistled..
ReplyDeleteHahahahaha :)
ReplyDeleteAbout two days ago, I saw a creel that would haul that fat stringer of trout. You wanna get outta here...ya talk ta me.
ReplyDeleteNuclear fallout ruined the pond and the rest is history.
ReplyDeleteHe saimes like a raisenable (fisher) Man!
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