He Aint Hairy, He’s My Brother
Whenever The Mayor sees a guy that hairy, a guy so covered in hair that he’s indistinguishable from an Arctic seal, a guy so plastered with hair that he’d have to use a Mach 7 weed-whacker just to crop the left side of one shoulder, whenever The Mayor sees a guy like that, the first thing he thinks is: I wonder what Mr Sub he works at?
September 28th, 2012 at 11:24 pm
Great, a hairy man in a bathing suit.
September 29th, 2012 at 12:50 am
There is a secret government funded agency that assassinates these people on sight. They stage accidents, abductions, and experiment upon them. Grisly experiments, using a cadre of Japanese sea food scientists. Ugh.
But these people must be stopped, exposed. They frequently disguise as liberal supporters.
If you want to save the hairy people from this campaign of assassination, you should send me your money.
Your money goes along way to saving the world from the absence of hairy men.
You will thank yourself later.
September 30th, 2012 at 1:56 pm
So, evidently your brother got all the hair.
Mystery solved…
October 1st, 2012 at 5:27 pm
Who knew Bigfoot goes to the beach?