In a barren post-apocalyptic landscape, ruled by boys and gods. One man stands alone to fight the clowns and vampires. His weapon? An Islely's chip-chop ham sandwich. Accompanied by a rogue zebra and big titty squirrel girl. They sit and wait and maybe watch a DVD or some shit until it's bedtime. Then some other shit happens the next day but, not much. I saw a deer run through the neighbor's yard. No, it wasn't horribly deformed from intense nuclear fallout.
Cheers, peace and turkey grease,
Dj Lipton