The Most Pleabus Version of Goldy Locks

What was suppose to be a quick in n out pit stop wasn't so for 6 chauns. After 37 minutes of "sheep, sheep, sheep," some random Pringles, sunflower seeds were purchased, and, I believe, 5/6 were able to successfully use the restroom. It didn't help that the most Pleabus version of goldy locks was roaming the store with her entourage, slowing us down as we gawked (no, that is not a wig - yes, those are bear slippers and vending machine tats are her arm - too bad you can't see the glasses and pot belly - I believe they were buying blow bubbles, airheads, and fun-dip). Before we exited, Josh was seen standing disheveled at the door saying, "we need to get out of here before I start banging my head with a hammer."

Just another successful misadventure for the chauns!

The Office Josh

Knock Knock... There's Someone at your Door...

Josh and Gordon performing at Chaunson Wedding #1

Unbridled Domepiece

My domepiece is unbridled; it is a feverish cauldron of seething hatred and visceral love making. The two fronts collide, rendering an omnipotent storm of passion. Dark clouds evolve, like the exhaled breath of a million-year-old mummy brought to life, and lighting strikes through my vasculature with vicious intent. I am a walking twistical. A walking, mystical twistical. . . who happens to like physicals. And chicken tenders.

Everyday Folks Signing Emails Like You 'n Me (and Peacil Mints/z)

-designing heating elements for coffee machines in the sunbelt,
Marion B. Ashleford

-Beegle M. Hooflarouex

-slicing skin off pig abdomens to separate bacon from pork rinds in a greasy ohio factory,
Fladdus Sen Perchery

-Speulunking my own natural mountainside garage,
Birmingham Fudgeknuckles

-Cordially, within the cavernous dwellings sequestered within my inner-being,
Chavez Vindigo

-Eat it,
The Cob

-in holy macaroni,
Juarma

-Peace,
Apollo

-Scabby Milkerton

-Virginia Roundanob

-Uranus

-dime lo que pasa!!
Luis San Chicharon!

-Hasta que los pedos me abandonen,
Josue el Gigante

-Un raton voleando,
Luis de la playa

-I will possess your heart,
Baskin Robbins

-Curious,
George

-percolating questions,
a carnal mind

-Lemmit vanSanscrit

-picklewicks

Peacil Mints/z: The Man Behind the Socially Inept Mask of Creepiness

Loobis, why does Peacil Mintz have a z instead of an s now? It sounds like he's trying to be hardcore.

Peacil Mints/z is a humble unassuming man who has come across some sexual proclivities in the privacy of his own home, that he doesn't know how to deal with. This makes him insecure and a little manic. He doesn't wear socks.

Peacil never wears socks? Like outside the confines of his home? Is he socially maladjusted because of his hypomania? Is he old? What does he think of children? And what is his natural body odor?

no never. he has old ratty slippers that he wears in his home. yes. he is middle aged but not near retirement. he is very uncomfortable around children because their oblivious jubilation makes him so aware of his own overcooked self-deprication. carrots.

poor guy. sounds like he struggles a bit. what's his love life like?

he is the only person involved in his love life.