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happened again... I think I lost control
of my rage a few weeks ago. I... I don't remember much, but somebody
started sending me photos of a creature that I think is supposed
to be me. Doing things. Horrible things. I can't explain it. When
the mood-anger hits me, I'm like a pit bull. A well hung pit
bull, but a pit bull nonetheless. These photographs are the only
proof that I have that there is a beast inside of me. And that
beast can apparently drain a keg by himself. I share these pictures
with you in order to warn the world. If you ever see this creature,
RUN! His lust for liquor and candy is insatiable! Plus he apparently
gives a mean wedgie.
From what I can remember, Carl had a few too many and really did
ask for the Hulk's services in checking himself for lumps.
And of course the Hulk was obliged to help lump him up.
The Hulk inside me tells me that although the kid is his, the shiner
was not. Tammi With an "I" tells me that the shiner was the only
impressive thing that the Hulk gave her. Man, she can be bitchy
Here Tammi With an "I" sat my alter ego down for a little chat
about the birds and the bees.... I still don't understand what the fuck
she was trying to say.
Carl's favorite Street Fighter II character is Guile. Guile sucks. What
The first Halloween party of the day committed a major foul. I was just
about de-Hulked when the alcohol ran out... Man, after that it
all went dark. Except for when I Hulk-kicked Robot Pedro up his
robo-nards. I really remember that.
From all accounts that day, there was a mysterious green fog that engulfed
the party room for a while before the giant airpumps were brought
in to re-oxygenate the whole place.
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