Thursday, March 27, 2008

Quickly, Igor ... the antidote.


Great Caesar's Ghost! After that bit of wretched Creed from my co-blogger PSA, you definitely need something to counteract the disease.



And, yes, I'll be taking PSA swimming with a brick for that. Bastard.

8 comments:

Gabe said...

Queen - the cure for bad music.

¢rÄßG®äŠŠ said...

Do you have any Journey?

NO NO NO I'm kidding I'm kidding I'm kidding.

pretty shaved ape said...

reo speedwagon? i'll do it. don't think i won't do it. and if i have to... i know where the billy squier is stored. what ever you do, don't make me pull the air supply trigger. even i have my limits.

Frank Frink said...

Christopher Cross? Ride Like the Wind, anyone?
Mwahahaha.

the rev. paperboy said...

Three words you bastards: Little. River. Band.

Don't make me go there!

CC said...

Don't make me use it! Oh, no! You forced me ... to use it!

¢rÄßG®äŠŠ said...

YOU CUNT!!

Frank Frink said...

Aaaargghhh!

Must. Scrub. Brain. Harder. Need. Bulk. Erase. Now.

I'm gonna git ya' for that, CC.

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