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HOLY SHIT that was a bigger adrenaline rush than taking out a potato bug!!! So I'm hearing two cats getting frisky way off in the back of the yard. It sounded worse than Dorian Gray's infant crying out for attention during the middle a "My Name is Earl" re-run. This shit had been going on for 45 God damn minutes mind you, and I could takes NO MORE! As I approach their love nest, which cozily resided in the dilapidated tool shed to the north of the cotton grove, they heard my sandals shuffling towards them. <HARK> A thunderous roar is heard with in the barn of burning loins, as they take their coitus to a corner not easily visible to my corneas. I grab a stick of hickory that was formerly a shovel handle and swat the side of their shameless abode. <THWACK>

On cue the two culprits come out, one of which is my blue eyed lassie which I so wholesomely defended just minutes ago. The other contender is a fucking GIGANTIC Tom Cat the size of a coon. (Raccoon) They began to roll around in the dirt, gnawing, pawing, and violently thrusting to and fro. I stood above them carefully plotting a precision point. BAM I nail that gigantic my pals cat right on the bollocks. He let's go of my frisky feline and attempts to shake the cob webs loose. Thwack once more! I deliver another crushing blow to its back side as it ran off to its Mexican hacienda next door, bells a ringing.
 
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Dude my job is to kill stuff, you seriously think I couldn't kill that faggot and eat it? Sheesh.


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You're an idiot.
Have you lost your sense of humour due to becoming the so called killing machine that you are, or did you never have one? I'm thinking the latter.

Also---I could fucking kill Odin. He's a cat. However, I don't strut around with my chest puffed out drinking beers all day thinking I'm big tough shit because of it. HE'S A FUCKING KITTY CAT. YOU SHOULDN'T FEEL STRONG BECAUSE YOU CAN KILL IT. YOU SHOULDN'T FEEL STRONG BECAUSE YOU CAN KILL ANYTHING. THE ONLY REASON YOU CAN KILL JACK SHIT IS BECAUSE DADDY GAVE YOU A GUN TO PLAY WITH IN THE ARMY.

Fucking waste of life.