Frank keeps it real by play some Super Marioworld, NES style, on an X-box. Because he's hip yet wants to remember the games of the past.
Frank is what you call a 'speed junkie'. He lives for the wind in his horns and bugs in his teeth.
At least he's wearing a helmet.
HEAVEN!
HE'S IN HEAVEN! Dancing in a drunken hazzzze!
He's hitting the booze again. This time harder than just some Cristal.
Sorry for the Lack-o-Frank. But he's been held captive by some Commies.
They made him talk. They made him talk real bad. Now all my secrets are out there. I'm scared.. real.. scared...
Awesome, pigeons have decided that my house is the best house to flock to. Must. Get. Shotgun.
But, first, must also get new pack of fortune tampons because this is my last one. They make me feel good about myself as I shove cotton up my whoo-ha. To the store I go.
Sweet! This means I can pick up ammo for the shot gun at the same time I buy my fortune tampons! Also, some tapes so I can record me killing pigeons!
"Wow," I think to myself, "they really do try to grab kids early when it comes to alcohol."
And by the time I got home, the pigeons were gone. I was quite sad because I bought some of that beer on sale, drank it as I drove home, contemplating the sheer joy I would get out of killing birds. But Frank was outside... with a trail of blood leading to the side of the house.. and a pile of bones by the fence. He beat me to it. Damn, that goat. Damn him to hell.
Frank watched the superbowl.
He's obvisiously a Colt fan.
I'm ashamed to admit that Frank went to the theatre today.
Of course he was the star of the show.
Since Cristal didn't work out too well Frank decided to try out margaritas.
So, we move and Frank has yet to figure out how stairs work.
He just falls down them and hopes somebody kicks him down the rest.
It's quite sad.
Frank took "black friday" literally.
He spent most of the day in the bathroom worshipping Satan.
It's super tough to pee in the dark.
Oops, Frank jumped in to the dryer.
I'm sure if he had hair it would be like POOF and what not.
He might be dizzy too.
The year: 2375. The Place: In a galaxy far, far away.
The earth is about to be destory'd and Frank has been given the task to go and find a new plant that can sustain life.
So far all he's found is a planet that considers him a God.
I don't think he's coming back to save us.
We went to Truckee, CA today to do a little Vet remembering. And Frank decided he wanted to buy some property up there.
Now, if only he had 1.5million he'd be set.... Be his Sugar Daddy?
That greedy little goat ate all the popcorn.
But, in his face, I got a diet coke... and Frank hates diet cokes. HA!
Frank went down to temple to check out what being a Mormon is like.
Some old ladies in over sized hats scared him away.
Look what I caught Frank doing!
MIDNIGHT RAID.
Bad, baby goat, bad!
P.S. Franks says boo
What's Spanish for goat? Cause Spanish people say goat meat is awesome.
Frank is heading straight to the oven if he keeps up the tanning.
Fuck, what is this?
Frank is turning into a frat, jock, drunk every night kind of guy.
The worse part is that he MAKES me get drunk with him and take drunken photos of him.
Do you know how much lime was in that Corona?? DO YOU?
Frank decided for dinner he would have lobster.
It was a fight to the death of one of them.
Frank so won cause I stuck that nasty lobster in a pot of boiling water.
Take that lobster who got Frank wet.
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