. .:::::. .::::::::. ...:::::::::.. :::::::::::: ..:::::::::::::::::.. ::::: :::: .::: ::::::: :::. :::::. : :: ::::: :: :::::::. : ::: : :::::::::. ::: :::::::: ::: ::::: ::::: : :::: ::::: oxic :::......:::: hock .:::::::. ::::::::::: ::::::::::: ::::::::: presents The Stampede Written by Fetal Juice As an insult to Kymberli! (ooga booga productions) Slowly forming out of the murk, faces condense, moving and speaking, and unfortunately for me, of all people, they had very bad breath. Echoing from ear to ear in my spaced out cranium the words 'What happened?' scream. What happened they ask? Oh it's pure horror!! Pure HORROR! I looked up and they were stampeding! I tried to flee for my life but I couldn't move fast enough, and I was crushed to a pulp by the moving mass! I guess it all started when Kym showed up rather pissed about my giving her name to a particularly promiscuous lass of the herd mother of 2000.(It was a great year, that year of 86.) "Why did you have to name her after me? WHY!" "I just thought it'd be a way to honor your memory." "That reminds you of ME?!? You're sick!" "But I love you anyways." "Get away from me!" She got back in her Audi 5000 with her royally fucked up and wimpy engine and drove off like the easy lay she is. As usual I dropped to the ground laughing my balls off. Quite sometime later I heard from the other side of the ranch a car, then the sounds of an automatic weapon. I look up and it was Rambo Kym. Holding an M1 rifle and firing into the herd. I shouted "NO! Stop you'll kill them!" just about that time they started stampeding and here I am.. Wonder if I'll ever be able to raise earthworms again knowing now how thoughtlessly they flee from crazies with fully automatic machineguns... (c) 1989 Toxic Shock The Followers Of Fetus Bloody Afterbirth Fetal Juice Gross Genitalia Tasty Abortion Twisted Testicles