The things Griffin Barber thinks about when he's thinking, which is not necessarily often. And they are my thoughts and opinions, not, in any way, those of the Department I work for.
Showing posts with label Dickhead. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dickhead. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Transmogrification Of My Superior Cranial Spaces
Do not adjust your monitor, this is the new visage of the Transmogrified Griffin:
Gone are the pathetic anger sharks of his earlier, inferior coping mechanisms. In their place we have implanted the most excellent cranial enhancements. He will soon stop whining so much, lest his throbbing brain explode in a violent display of intellectual flatulence.
Do not think to say he looks like a penis, he will use his newfound mightiness to call down a rain of frogs upon your firstborn sons!
Beware the mighty Transmogriffin!
Gone are the pathetic anger sharks of his earlier, inferior coping mechanisms. In their place we have implanted the most excellent cranial enhancements. He will soon stop whining so much, lest his throbbing brain explode in a violent display of intellectual flatulence.
Do not think to say he looks like a penis, he will use his newfound mightiness to call down a rain of frogs upon your firstborn sons!
Beware the mighty Transmogriffin!
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