The Legend Of Jimbles: The Champion Is Risen
Posted by Qais Fulton
Those Alpha-Centauri cluster bastards didn’t know who they were messing with when they absconded with little Jimbles McGüllohanie. You see, Little Jimbles was the latest in a long line of abductees, a paternal legacy of ending up on the business end of an alien probe worn smooth as a riverbed stone by centuries of scientific investigation.
It’s no surprise then that he was hell-bent on being the first man in his family to go his whole life without suffering the indignity of obscene extraterrestrial curiosity; it was his only ambition from the very moment he’d learned his family’s dark secret. The day those space hopping fuckers stole his dream from him (and subsequently his anal virginity) they spelled their own doom. As you can see by his brutal arsenal of alien destruction, Jimbles aims to take his vengeance through the skin.
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Categories: Butts, The Legend Of Jimbles, Anatomy, Rail, Revenge, Genocide, Aliens
Posted at 4:25 pm on May 29, 2008
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You get ‘em Jimbles! Show those space-sodomites who’s boss.
Comment by Ross Rosenberg — May 29, 2008 @ 4:27 pm
Qais, there’s something deep inside me (aside from all the squirmy stuff) that just wriggles around delightedly, crying out in joy at the potential use of the phrase “the business end of a alien probe worn smooth as a riverbed stone by centuries of scientific investigation” in a poem, or a song, or just as the title of some phallic sculpture.
Also, I laughed. Good show.
Comment by Zany Carter — May 29, 2008 @ 9:43 pm
What the shit?
Comment by Kingfisher — May 29, 2008 @ 11:39 pm