Saturday, October 31, 2009

Pinned down in the foxhole

General Pulsar and I wanted to test out our new prototype Z-force night vision nudey goggles on the specimen, M. HoodHood. Fearing that the specimen would detect us in our normal gear, we reverted back to our pre-training state, nudiness.

***Report***

The Specimen rejected our nudiness. We tried to appease her by clapping our genitalia in a rythmic song to woo her with music. No luck.

Pulsar the great and I are stubborn and will try other methods.

He plans to use his missile and twirl in like a helicopter in all his glory and brillance.

GOD SPEED.

Current state of my missile: Floppy.

Friday, October 30, 2009

BeRetta!

1:44pm Hoodhood comes over stating that she is fine.

But we all know what that means, she isnt totally not fine.

Unless of course you mean she is fine, which of course, she is fine. Fine the acronym though. What are you talking about mystery man blogger boy genius? Ah, let me explain you Yoo Hoo's.

F stands for Frantic
I stands for Insecure
N stands for Neurotic
E stands for Emotional

Hoodhood is "fine" because the Beretta struck again. The Beretta is a 9mm pistol that Hoodhood has been carry for some time. It is her replacement firearm after she shed the A-1 carbine, which was far to immature and didnt have enough ammo to go long periods of time in her desert crevices. Although I warned my dearest hoodhood that the Beretta wasnt a practical solution to her intense combat in the field of love, she denied my intelligent advice.

Now hoodhood lays down in the medical informatory of the house of cock in bulls, waiting for her sorrows to be mending and her wounds to be healed. Hang tightly my dearest hoodhood, generals Pulsar and Box will guide you through this difficult journey. One day you will be able to shake the war ravaged field of love that is the Burg.

This transmission was brought to you by General Box.

Military time : 2152 hours.
State of my missile: Hard.

General Box, out.