Following a late night cyber-raid on Tildebunkport, my agents have hacked into Tild’s database where they found this earlier mind control version of her crate label tribute to The Mississippifarian.
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Fortunately, after using my mind control powers on Tild (the same mind control powers I use to convince everyone I’m an aging hippy and not — as the above picture shows — a thirty-something MILF with big, bouncy hedge balls) I convinced her to go with the version you’ve already seen:
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But the real truth (as Discordian Stooge learned before I ate his brains) is that I’m a zombie, and those aren’t hedgeballs. They’re the radioactive brains I need to eat in order to survive.
If you would like to contribute to The Mississippifarian Needs Brains pledge drive, please email me your pledge to donate your brain so I can irradiate and eat it, letting me live so that others might donate their brains.
It’s a worthy cause. If you’re a Bush Pioneer don’t worry — I’ll never ask you for money. All I want is your brains, because Lord knows you certainly aren’t using them.
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