Sent Packin'

Edgar was devestated. Astro-Trixie had sent him packing from their cozy little lunar module. Now he would have to find a little arroyo in which to sit and wait for his oxygen supply to run out. He knew he would welcome his end.


Courtesy of Ffffound!

Great -- Just Fucking Great

I'm in God damn Moscow, and there's no way I can get away from this creep. Maybe I can get these Russian fuckers to shoot his ass.


By The Grace of Weird Animals Eating Chemicals