When you're harvesting diamond babies from the red rivers, you don't need a bunch of people wondering what you're up to. Wearing a crazy t-shirt may keep folks from bothering you, so it might be a good idea to grab one and tie it around your unicorn-bashing arm as a warning flag. If people do happen to get within your personal germ-bubble, then you can just eat their brain.
I don't like eating people brains. I LOVE eating people brains. When I'm feeling a bit slow or dull during the day, there's nothing better than dragging a screaming guy into an alley and grabbing a quick brain-snack. I have a pretty decent method of harvesting too. PeTA would be proud of how humane I am.
Brains are pretty wonderful when you have a nasty hangover. After a long night of stumbling around in a drunken fugue and trying to get the jump on a unicorn, or three, I feel pretty worn out the next day. We've all been there, right? Your mind is all foggy and it's hard to think straight. The rigor mortis is especially bad and you can't get your legs to bend right. A fresh brain will take care of all of those problems.
Speaking of unicorns, does anyone else know why they've been running around with those werewolves lately? I didn't think they got along at all, and definitely not enough to hang out and frolic in the forest. It's just weird. I can't sneak up on a unicorn who's having wood beers with a werewolf. What happened to all the princesses they used to pal around with. Princess brains are WAY easier to get your hands on than a stupid old werewolf brain.
It doesn't take much skill to be crazy, you know. You probably already are and don't even know it yet. I'm one of the lucky ones because I've known I was crazy since the first time someone told me, "You so crazy." I AM so crazy. I ate her brain to prove it. I think it gives my prey a fighting chance if I just go ahead and wear my crazy t-shirts. If they think it's just supposed to be a joke, then that's their fault. I'm as mad as a hatter and I have the brains and crazy t-shirts to prove it.
I don't like eating people brains. I LOVE eating people brains. When I'm feeling a bit slow or dull during the day, there's nothing better than dragging a screaming guy into an alley and grabbing a quick brain-snack. I have a pretty decent method of harvesting too. PeTA would be proud of how humane I am.
Brains are pretty wonderful when you have a nasty hangover. After a long night of stumbling around in a drunken fugue and trying to get the jump on a unicorn, or three, I feel pretty worn out the next day. We've all been there, right? Your mind is all foggy and it's hard to think straight. The rigor mortis is especially bad and you can't get your legs to bend right. A fresh brain will take care of all of those problems.
Speaking of unicorns, does anyone else know why they've been running around with those werewolves lately? I didn't think they got along at all, and definitely not enough to hang out and frolic in the forest. It's just weird. I can't sneak up on a unicorn who's having wood beers with a werewolf. What happened to all the princesses they used to pal around with. Princess brains are WAY easier to get your hands on than a stupid old werewolf brain.
It doesn't take much skill to be crazy, you know. You probably already are and don't even know it yet. I'm one of the lucky ones because I've known I was crazy since the first time someone told me, "You so crazy." I AM so crazy. I ate her brain to prove it. I think it gives my prey a fighting chance if I just go ahead and wear my crazy t-shirts. If they think it's just supposed to be a joke, then that's their fault. I'm as mad as a hatter and I have the brains and crazy t-shirts to prove it.
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