Kieran McConville
ONE love, blood, life
The dangers of playing Nintendo Wii (or anything, really) with Frank the Monkey
Oh how shall I count the ways? Let me ennumerate them.
For one thing, it's not Nintendo Wii when Frank is around, it's Nintendo Wee. As in, you won't stop pissing. And being pissed upon.
Frank the Monkey is getting me a colostomy bag for Christmas.
It would seem an odd gift except that after he's finished making shit sausages out of approximately 30 metres of my large intestine, it will be sort of essential. That is, if I don't want to shit into my stomach. Hard choice, I know, I'm still deliberating to be honest.
Anyway, Nintendo Wee. It's not much fun I can tell you. You won't stop screaming either.
There are no rules, there is no object. There is just Frank, and pissing. Pissing.
Pus-filled balloons, guys.
Oh how shall I count the ways? Let me ennumerate them.
For one thing, it's not Nintendo Wii when Frank is around, it's Nintendo Wee. As in, you won't stop pissing. And being pissed upon.
Frank the Monkey is getting me a colostomy bag for Christmas.
It would seem an odd gift except that after he's finished making shit sausages out of approximately 30 metres of my large intestine, it will be sort of essential. That is, if I don't want to shit into my stomach. Hard choice, I know, I'm still deliberating to be honest.
Anyway, Nintendo Wee. It's not much fun I can tell you. You won't stop screaming either.
There are no rules, there is no object. There is just Frank, and pissing. Pissing.
Pus-filled balloons, guys.