Welcome to the CAR PARK OF DREAMS
or is it the car park of NIGHTMARES
I'm Tom. I am a Giant Leperacaun. Which is why I was cast out of the colony (the fascist leperacaun bastards). Also i had been swapping the gold at the end of each rainbow for skittles and lucky charms and using the gold to buy crack and t shirts with humurous slogans like geezah.
So now I live in Reading... which is a change
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An implortant thing to remember aboot the carpark of dreams is that IT'S NOT REAL, M'kay. Many a day I have wasted in search of it walking around and around ASDAH. It is a metaphorical place where dreams come true. That is if your dreams involve rolling around on Tarmac, finding somewhere to park or finally catching that dang rabbit. Otherwise it really isn't that useful but if you're a dream Hobo with no dream shelter then there's a trolley bay to sleep in an a lovely warm spoonful of heroine on the fire. So come on over yo.
The Car Park of dreams is officially sponsored by the save the red squirrel mofo.
Now we tawkin' bout some tight squirrel mofo y'all. Now he gettin bitch slapped by some frontin' Grey Squirrel Hoe's.
So we got this shit down we goin down there patch with our pieces and we capping everyone of those grey squirrels bitch asses because after all isn't that what conservations all about. Recognise Fool.
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What... I DIDN'T DO NOTHING THE CORPORATE LOGO WAS ALWAYS LIKE THAT YA BASTAD
GAY + HIPPO = GYPO
BOLLOCKS + SHITE = MICRA
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