The Beer Guys Get Caught! It Must Have Hurt A Whole Lot!

Back we are at my bar, of course that is no shocker. But did you know the beer guys are being carried around like shoes from Foot Locker? No? Well you will after this show. Could it be rip off week once more? I guess we shall see at my shore.

Last the beer guys knew they were in the shower. No, not together, because Bryan refused to first give Brandon a flower. Then they awoke ready to make fun of some bloke. I guess they had too many beers because their situation was still not clear.
  "What should we write about today? Damn it! My fingers aren't working."

"I told you not to pleasure our retarded goat any more. There is our next post, six simple ways to pleasure a goat. Miley Cyrus will love it. Damn it! I think I helped you. My arms won't move."

They schemed about their goat post and finally attempted to move and give each other a blog roast. It finally dawned on them they were all head. Three whole hours later, yep, that's what I said.

"Bryan, I have no ass. What did you do?"

"Hmm I knew I shouldn't have spoke to that green skinned woman. Why did I find her nine breasts attractive? She said she was just testing a new product."

"And you believed her? Well she did have nine breasts."

The pair yapped about size, structure and placement for a while, enough that it would make even the most devote porn addict change that dial. Finally they decided to make a plan to make themselves once again a whole man.


"Okay, she has nine breasts right? So she doesn't need all that skin. We can mold them into bodies of our own."

"It's alive, It's alive. I always wanted to say that."

"Then we kick that alien bitches ass with our little gingerbread man, alien breast made bodies and hop a ship for home."

"I'm game. But just so you know, she had two asses. So we leap on three?"

"Leap with what? Didn't you listen to what I was saying? We have to pucker up to each breast and then climb them one by one until we get to her throat. Then we bite through it."

"Do they make shots for alien std's?"

The pair went over their plan time and time again, waiting for the nine breasted alien to enter their display case den. Finally she came into the specimen room and they puckered up, making her alien ears bloom. She stripped and the beer guys were open lipped.

"Bryan, your nine breasted alien is a hermaphrodite. She has six peckers. And they look frisky. Damn you!" "I was hoping those lumps in her pants were a tenth breast."
"I'd rather stay a head than get frisky with your nine breasted, six dicked alien crush."
"You can't deny, she gives a whole new meaning to sixty nine."
The pair pondered that as they remained in their jars, each realizing they would never again visit bars. The alien girl was ready for action though. Who got high and who got low? I don't want to know. End of this six dicked, nine breasted, alien hermaphrodite show!
Oh the life of a head in a jar. At least they can visit galaxies afar. Must be hard for them to drink beer. I hope they have an alien with some near. Otherwise that could cause dread. I hope this does not go to their head. So there was a heads up for you on the beer guy crew. It could be all in your head at my grass. Head on down to get ahead of the game and leave a comment for my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.