| Billy Jean is not my lover. She's just a girl who claims that I am the one. But the kid is not my son. |
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| Yes...Gerbil is back. Gerbil apologizes for the akward confusion at hand for all Gerbilists. Gerbil has been away, seeking sanctuary from those dirty Canadians. They have a large army of dancing buttermilk pancakes, which unfortunately destroyed my weapon of mass destruction known as Ohio. But, Gerbil does have the extra ace up the sleeve. Hahaha! Yes, I am talking about a giant pink marshmallow. With herpes. Hahaha! The Canadians all over the earth will be attracted to it due to the odd gene in their saliva glands, and get herpes! Hahaha! But, those aren't ny kind of herpes, dear Followers. No, those are the rare exploding herpes! Capable of...Exploding! Hahaha! Good eating, Canadian fools! Mwahaha! |
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| I close my eyes, only for a moment and the moment's gone. All my dreams pass before my eyes in curiousity. |
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| Mwah ha ha ha ha! Gerbil laughs at the futile attemps of the Canadian Army! They think they can stop The Mighty Gerbil? Ha ha ha! Their attack on Gerbil's top secret, hard-to-find, invisible fortess on Jay Leno's enourmous chin was a complete and utter failure. An army of beer can-wielding Chinese monks? Ha ha! Have you no creativity, Land of Maple Leaves? Gerbil will use his own weapon, drenched in creativity like a cancer causing bag of peanuts. Gerbil's weapon? Ohio! Ohio, attack pattern alpha! Go! |
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| Don't cry. Don't brace your eyes. It's only teenage wasteland. |
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