Doghead's Cosmic Bar

*offers ladydyke some tarantula legs, fried in scorpion venom*

That reminds me of a poem

"...But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor in thy marble vault shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity;
And you quaint honor turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
Thy grave's a find and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.."

Andy was wrong, you know. I don't want to brag, but my crypts seen its fair share of embracing.

Why are we singing songs about death? It's Saint Patrick's Day! (shows off green scales)

*fixes parrotbot and dips him in green dye*

*jumps in green paint* Yay! Saint Patrick's day! I wonder why they made it Hulk day...

How apropos! More green!

*concentrates*
*musters up a bucket of envy*

*turns green*

I could make you all think you are gren, if you like.

But it's hard being green...

*thinks:
"GOD Iwant to be able to turn people green-
ITS NOT FAIR!!"*

*compresses into an emerald green ball of light and floats to the ceiling*

EVEN NOT I AND STILL not I!!