Post by 23skidoo on Jun 15, 2010 7:57:05 GMT -5
Having transmuted over 80% of the molecules in my body to scotch, coffee and hair spray it's no exaggeration to say that I pour myself out of bed and into my suit each day.
And each day I find myself thinking the same old things...
'I'm getting too old for this shit' and 'these pants are getting smaller'
Today, my aging, tight pant wearing ass finds itself in a well lit PD down in Old Arkham. I'm traveling with my old friends, The Rangers, who are trying to bring a little relief in the devastating wake of the Big Bash 3.
I remember Bash 1 and 2 hazily, I know I was there but who I was with and what side I was fighting on is a god damn mystery to me. However, this one doesn't seem to have quite the head of steam that it's predecessors did.
I know the Rangers are working hard and fighting the good fight but the suburb is recovering faster than I would have imagined. The only way to get to the truth of this situ is to get up on the front lines. So, not for the first time, I'm going to dirty down and crawl into the decayed jaws of the beast to pull the truth right out of its incisors.
And I'm taking all of you with me!
Stay tuned for more halitosis tinged horror and gruesome tales of gingivitis.
This is the Information Minister, eying up the arse of the beast in Old Arkham.
And each day I find myself thinking the same old things...
'I'm getting too old for this shit' and 'these pants are getting smaller'
Today, my aging, tight pant wearing ass finds itself in a well lit PD down in Old Arkham. I'm traveling with my old friends, The Rangers, who are trying to bring a little relief in the devastating wake of the Big Bash 3.
I remember Bash 1 and 2 hazily, I know I was there but who I was with and what side I was fighting on is a god damn mystery to me. However, this one doesn't seem to have quite the head of steam that it's predecessors did.
I know the Rangers are working hard and fighting the good fight but the suburb is recovering faster than I would have imagined. The only way to get to the truth of this situ is to get up on the front lines. So, not for the first time, I'm going to dirty down and crawl into the decayed jaws of the beast to pull the truth right out of its incisors.
And I'm taking all of you with me!
Stay tuned for more halitosis tinged horror and gruesome tales of gingivitis.
This is the Information Minister, eying up the arse of the beast in Old Arkham.