great work zacharia, I love frasier
Reviews for "screamfeld"
When you fight the master in fallout 1
I think stanfel is great and i think cement is great. Those two things are what have kept me going for the last couple of years. A little beetle got in the other day and ate all my cement. All of it. I took him and raised my finger in the air and said "Listen here little man, you can't just go around eating my cement like that." This beetle was mad. I had realized what I had done and began to run as fast as I could away from this beetle. I could hear his tiny feet squishing on the flesh floor in my garage and that was all it took for me to put my foot down. I stared him straight in the face and said "Beetle boy, I hope you like jam." and I pulled the biggest jar of jam out of my pants. I slammed the jar on the floor and he looked up at me with those stupid little beetle eyes of his. His voice bellowed deeper than the jam jar, "BIG BILLY," he said, "SILLY LITTLE BILLY BOY. I ATE TOO MANY LITTLE ROCKS AND NOW MY TUMMY HURTS. FIX ME OR ELSE I'LL SPIT BEETLE SPIT ON YOUR FLESH FLOOR." I was absolutely mortified. That flesh floor was all I had. "Grandma" I whimpered, and my grandmother's wrinkly cabbage face appeared in the flesh. "skibbity plop" she said with a very reassuring tone as I fed her my flesh coupon and she went away. I looked around and the wacky beetle was reading the book of green cheese I had left in the floor. I yelled at the floor to stop stealing my books, but it secreted oil and started to shake. My beetle bro was dead. I was slowly coming to terms with the fact that elf is gone and now beetle. I miss elf. She used to kiss trolls and smash things. I didn't really like her that much because she spilled juice on grandma, but at this point, I'd take elf, i'd take anyone. Everything was gone. Beetle, flesh floor, grandma, elf, and now the mice who got sick because of the oil. But then I looked at my hands and saw this art. Was this god? Was this the new baby? Who was this creature, and why are my elbows sticky? I am now content with my sticky elbows and I hope this story educates people on how to raise a kid.
Even now the evil seed of what you've done germinates within you
kILl uS NEwmAN