52 Burning Ferrets
Now Y2K compliant!!!
Following is a graphical interpretation to the plight of helpless oppressed gnomes the world over, seeking shelter from their gardening masters. To make a donation, feel free to send mail to me, and since i dont know how to get a link that says contact me, just click the mailing thingy at the bottom of the page. Muchas gracias. Contact me . Well, turns out I was wrong.
Here's a picture of me, as the Revrend Jethro Hornswaggler, MD, DDS, PhD, OBG, AMA, ADA, KIA, POW, et cetera, with my good friend, James Curd, seen here as Death Incarnate. Note product placement.
To the left you see Cody and me, with Cody both throwing his annual(duh) All Hallow's Eve Birthday Bash, and being a personification of Baphomet. Note redeye.
This is just me being my usual weird self. Note the televangelist getup: pompadour, shiny black shirt, purple tie, crappy sideburns, lack of morals, bloated body from eating the souls of so many naive public access viewers...oh wait...not that.
Me with Death again. Did I mention that these are from October 2000, so my facial hair has changes substantially? well, whatever, these are just good pictures. Note the cup, the skull of an infant.
This was earlier, I don't know when, but I had no sideburns, braces, and I am over at Cody's house again, so I guess it's last last year's party. I'm just being my abnormal self, but the knife was for a good cause! I swear! It's for cutting cake! Really!
Check it out, I actually changed this! In any case, what aliens would assume are the most important things in the world by watching American commercials:
- SUV's
- Allergy medication
- Fast Food
- Crappy Movies
- More SUV's
- Saving money on long-distance calls
- Dialing something on a pay phone and being assaulted by either Mr. T, some weird soap opera starlet, or a red-afroed idiot who should be shot
- Heartburn
Boy oh boy. This here cleric is gathering magic herbs. To heal the sick. Mm hmm. If you aren't getting what I'm insinuating, I'm insinuating that this cleric is harvesting a bumper crop of sticky green, for use in a puff puff pass session. So this proves that monks are all high. On pot.
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52 Burning Ferrets would like to thank Parker Redman for knowing all the crap that I don't, and, while making me look stupid, made this site look good. Well, better than if he hadn't helped. Uh, yeah. Also thanks to Joseph Timmons, my cousin, for the fact that he will eventually be taller than me some day. I would also like to thank George Bush for not cracking down with nazilike efficiency if he ever reads the interview with him I wrote. Also thanks to one David Timmons, professional uncle and father of this Joe guy, who, with scannering practices, has allowed photographic fun onto this site. And he does graphical design. He's also really funny. So, if you want to give money to him for stuff he does for you, ask me.
Last updated 2-19-02, like you wanted to know.
Since 1839.
Email: elgatodelfuego@hotmail.com
