Happy Friday, mothafuckas!
March 29, 2013
Ahh, I feel like this evening requires much booze and a showing of that new GI Joe movie.
Doom Fort
We don't afraid of anything.
Late one night, as the sun set low; Amidst misty fog, in the moon's blue glow; A man stepped forth with a wild grin; His donkey-shaped mind spinning thoughts of win; He broke the ground with a silver spade; And into its guts, a stone he laid; The first of a slew to be stacked miles high; A sinister edifice scraping the sky; Out of the shadows to stand by his side; Emerged a lady, she too grinning wide; Striking a match to light the man's way; And into the night, more bricks they did lay; For hours and hours they toiled without rest; Their wit and their awesomeness put to the test; At last, as the day broke, their figures did loom...
"Welcome, friends, to our fort of doom."
