Uncle Slappy's Quest for Monkey
BEER BEEP! BEEEEEEEEEP!
The rotty in the bed of your truck cocks his head, looks at you and butts the glass. It cracks into a spiderweb. The dog on the passenger side stops chewing and begins clawing at the metal. You ask yourself "Who files dog's claws into blades?"
A whistle off to the right suddenly draws the dogs off and back behind the gate. Standing there in a smock and green scrubs is Uncle Slappy.
"Wrong code, you big drunken dumbass! Come inside!"
The rotty in the bed of your truck cocks his head, looks at you and butts the glass. It cracks into a spiderweb. The dog on the passenger side stops chewing and begins clawing at the metal. You ask yourself "Who files dog's claws into blades?"
A whistle off to the right suddenly draws the dogs off and back behind the gate. Standing there in a smock and green scrubs is Uncle Slappy.
"Wrong code, you big drunken dumbass! Come inside!"