It was meaty, big, and the juices ran down my chin. Yaaaaay out-of-context sexual euphemisms! Aaaaalright, you want the story? Well, my Uncle's stayin' at my place for a few weeks, and he knows this awesome heavy metal club. We're hungry, so we decide to go there, and everything on the menu has meat on it. I think I shed tears of happiness. But, that's not all. Basically, all they had was a few appetizers and burgers. No exaggeration. And all the burgers are named after metal bands, they had the Slayer, the Metallica, the Yob, the Mayhem... And the Goblin Cock. It was a burger... with a hotdog on it... with bacon, onions, tomato and dirt sauce. Naturally, it was my first and only choice. And to top it off they're one helluva band!
Has your uncle been a formative influence in the trip that you've become? If so I'm sure he's proud as hell though that probably complicates his relationship with the sibling that donated half your DNA.
My uncle is, like, fucking awesome, dude! He's the only reason my dad's family hasn't driven me totally insane.
Pig Destroyer, Lair of the Minotaur, Minsk, Yob, Mayhem. Fun fun fun, and I found a bunch of local bands that metal my ass off. Also, the Goblin Cock put me in a loving mood, so let me take this time to say that I love youall and if I could hug each and every one of you I would!
Welcome to Mitok & Company's Flabbergastery and Flumoxerizer! Hey look, it's Mr. T! I like Kangaroo Fecal Matter! I have a doctorate degree in weasel sex! AND MUCH MUCH MORE! I'll go into businees with anybody, just sign your name here ______________