Nov 092011

(Phro had so much fun with the first two installments of this series that he decided to dump a third one on us. So to speak. Remember, you have to click on Phro’s weird graphics in order to see the surprise.)

Good autumn, fellow scat-munchers!  How’s it all hanging??  (I’m pretty sure that is a gender neutral term, since labias kinda hang too.)  Are you all bundled up nice and warm (apologies to antipodeans, but, seriously, stop standing on your heads)??  Maybe drinking some hot chocolate by the fire?  WELL, IT’S NOT HOT CHOCOLATE—IT’S HOT DIARRHEA!!! AND THE MARSHMELLOWS ARE PIG TESTICLES!!!  EWWWWWWWWW!!!

Sorry.  I have no idea what happened in that first paragraph.  I think the meerkats are getting better with their brain-control waves.  We’re doomed, I tell you, doooooooooomed!

Anyway, here’s a little something to take your mind off the imminent doom.

(more after the jump . . .)

And here’s something to pull at your heart strings.  Ahhhh…ain’t love grand?

Well, that was romantic, wasn’t it?  Okay, how about something that’s less romance and more just sexy?

Now, you’re probably looking for something a bit more…brutal. I guarantee that this is gonna melt your brain and smash your crotch like a jackhammer.

How about something a bit more brutal than that?  Take a shower and wash yourself off!

Some things are better animated . . .

DEATH METAL…something…click the link…you’ll find out…

Well, that’s all for today.  Enjoy your shit-a-lattes!

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  1. Phrolicious

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