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This thread is dedicated to my friend and yours, Short Recoil. Here I will be posting a collect of stuff for all to enjoy!
Short Recoil Comic:
Short Recoil Song:
Short Recoil Comic:
Good Munro: You must use your godly powers to help people, by overtaking landrovers and feeding hungry children with your high-nourishment sweat.
Evil Munro shouting while Good Munro speaks: PENIS (repeat)
Short Recoil in thought: Alas! The battle between the primal forces of the universe troubles my superhuman mind. My unerring sense of what is good and what is evil is puzzled and tempted by the dark promises of hot sweaty mansechs...
Unidentified man (presumably part of SR's fearsome gang): Sir! I see another landrover!
Short Recoil: Ah! Run my lovely burly masculine comrades! We shall overtake this fiend in completely platonic union!
Short Recoil Song:
You're a mean one, Short Recoil.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Short Recoil.
You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.
You're a monster, Short Recoil.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Short Recoil.
I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
You're a vile one, Short Recoil.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Short Recoil.
Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crockodile.
You're a foul one, Short Recoil.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Short Recoil.
The three words that best describe you, are as follows, and I quote:
STINK, STANK, STUNK
You're a rotter, Short Recoil
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched
With moldy purple spots,
Short Recoil.
Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.
You nauseate me, Short Recoil.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked hoss.
Short Recoil.
You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce!