Dear grayhood
Dear grayhood
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- elwolverton0
as elwolverton's doom seems eminent, spiraling towards the penis-induced space-time rift, he sends out a psychic distress call.
From the depths of death's veil, Jim Varney answers the call. Speeding the the rescue in an AC repairman's jumpsuit, riding a maroon Vespa, Jim grabs elwolverton just inches away from the threat of tfsmag's penis rift.
"Thanks, Jim!"
"You're welcome, Evin"
"Well. I'll be off now. Got a new film shoot: Ernest Goes To Hell."
"Sounds cool. I've got your back"elwolverton returns to the site of the rift, armed with a Flow-bee™. Carefully attaching the nozzle to tfsmag's dong, he counteracts the spinning suction--causing a deafening explosion of pastel colours and Lil Jon shouts.
A friendly handshake concludes.