Dark stories, tales of whimsy and random brain droppings.

Buckethead

Hop on the exam table, Mister Smith, and let’s take a look at the carnage, shall we? Yes, you can leave your shoes on. My word! That’s quite the jolt to the system! How, on this great Earth, did you manage to get a June bug stuck in there? Right. Seventeen. You know, almost all things start with too much beer and a double-dog-dare. I can’t imagine how you were able to cram in so many? Butter. Oh, I see. That’s one way of doing it, I guess.

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