2005-07-08 - 8:12 a.m.

There is only one thing I have to say and it ain't pretty. In fact, it's got the shape and texture of a slug. And not one of those peerdy city slugs, but a big ol' nasty red neck slug full of piss and vinegar - coming for your children. Yeah, you heard me. It's a vicious, man eating disco slug. It even wears itself a wife beater. And glow sticks. Yeah, it like's it some glow sticks. And it drops itself some E like thems is tic tacs.

Yeah, George is on the prowl again. He only listens to Lynyrd Skynyrd and techno. He's got him some eclectic tastes, yes? And he hates hippies and their patchouli oil and their birkenstocks and their "cruelty free" lifestyles. But he reads a lot of Dickens because no novel ranks up their with Great Expectations. None.

He rarely uses his PhD in Mathematics except to calculate the decibel level of your screams as he chases you, wearing you down. He's one fast slug.

So, beware. George is in town.


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