Droogies Tales

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Droogies Tales

Got time? well, stupid question, your on my site.

Well check this raw backstage dealie i decided to add.

Click the little roaming halo looking dude.

i love all the llamas

Got a question to ask him, well feel free to tell. Who knows might turn into a treasured story here. Want credit? well just tell me that. Might need a name or a leg or a arm...well up to you.

I added the q&a here. so check that out if your intrested. Click Dan up there.

If these offend you, scare you, or make you think; by all means just tell it to someone.

clockwork orange kicks hiney

god help archie bunker

I remember the last time I had spaghetti My dad was on fire. He was trying to light farts, I said, "Hey, you’re stinking up the trailer!" He just stopped and looked blankly at me and said, "You fucking die" I said, "Ouch" Then I pulled the cheese knife out of my eye and felt a little better.

Anyway back to the story I was eating my spaghetti And I wanted to drive my automobile ...Or at least a gyro plane Then I thought about gyros Mmm, those are good and greek Yea The spaghetti was nice It felt so good against my skin Especially the most sensitive parts Like my armpits and the spot right wear my g-spot is Under my foot and it made that cool squishy noises

Then I noticed my mom looking at me She said, "Hey, I’m sick of you not working" I said, "Mom hooking makes me feel dirty!" "Plus, I don’t like how I keep seeing my principal there, it freaks me out and he just stares blankly at me...lighting farts" "Oh wait that was dad, he just wanted to know how things were going" I said, "Not good" "Hooking is a huge pain in the ass" Then I pulled out my hooks "Man these things get all tangled and shit, its a pain, a real pain"

So yea To answer your question I have eaten Italian food once before.

i love the misfits, yea im a Fiend.

Fredrick Douglas was a rocking race car driver

Well I was playing the drums. Oh wait no I wasnt. I was stirring soup, eh same thing. Noodles. NOODLES I SAY! Rembrandt was a damn psychotic time traveler DAMN REMBRANDT, DAMN HIM STRAIGHT TO HELL! Ooh. What am I saying? Heck. I meant heck. -09/17/2004

when good dogs do bad things

I was walking to the store on a Thursday. Walking, walking, walking. And then I broke Into a run. I fell down and bit a hole in my lip. I cried. Moral of the story, Dont ever go to the store on Thursdays. Its a bad luck day.

I remember this one Thursday. I like to call it Wednesday. I was eating cake. And I ate like 4 pieces of cake. Before I knew it, 16 lizard women were raping me.

Well they had flaky lizard-like skin. I looked over and screamed. I must have screamed for 12.6 minutes straight. Because I heard that lizards cant handle screaming for more that 12.3 minutes. So they ran.

And I chased them. Screaming. With my pants around my ankles with my doodle flailing about. I got arrested for indecent exposure. Man did I have egg on my face that day.

The police pelted me with raw eggs to subude me. Well thats the first time I ever went to jail.

Title yet to be announced

ME TALKING (naw lunes too absorbed in his site)

Oh, Absorbed?! He knows nothing about being absorbed.

I do, one time I was a sponge and I was sitting there on the ocean floor.

Bored as hell and I wanted to get ill. So I rolled to the spot where my home-sponges chilled.

And I was just sitting there drinking a 40 with a sponge and down came this fucking net. I got snatched up.

Next thing I know, I was all over this counter. Wiping shit up until I got thrown away.

Did you know they recycle sponges? Me neither.

Yea. My next form was a diaphragm.

Sex sponge. I was a bit scared. And after plenty of beatings; and pokes and jabs. I was thrown back to the ocean. Now I’m the only 40oz drinking contraceptive sponge Weird huh. -10/4/04