Author Topic: King Of The Hill - WHY YOU LITTLE  (Read 93228 times)

I buy a souvenir model of a hill at a tourist shop.

my (ceramic) hill

osama blew up the hill no more king or hill.

I dig a large hole and make a hill from the dirt

my hill
love you too, eussorus

The hill gets dug up and shot into the sun.

No one's hill.

I moved to another planet and established a bigger hill.

Then, I post automatic gun turrets so Electrk will get ripped to shreds trying to dig this hill up, too.

EDIT: BEAT DAT!

I moved to another planet and established a bigger hill.

Then, I post automatic gun turrets so Electrk will get ripped to shreds trying to dig this hill up, too.

EDIT: BEAT DAT!

Alert: A Firecycle spy is on the hill

I backstab the Firecycle spy and peacably leave the hill.

Still Joffrey's hill.

I moved to another planet and established a bigger hill.

Then, I post automatic gun turrets so Electrk will get ripped to shreds trying to dig this hill up, too.

EDIT: BEAT DAT!

I yHank the Hill and planet out from under you,sending you flipping of in space about to implode,as I put a flag on the Hill.

My Hill.

I yHank the Hill and planet out from under you,sending you flipping of in space about to implode,as I put a flag on the Hill.

My Hill.

I smash your head with a huge book, and you fall, out cold

I then stab your face, and blood is everywhere.

I kick you off the hill, and flings the flag far away

My hill

I ask politely for the hill.

My hill.

I trade a hill for the hill.



My hill.

First, I unload all the ammunition I'm carrying on YOU.

Then, I take out my knife and repeatedly stab your body while blood spurts everywhere.

Finally, I carve out your insides and use your skin as a sleeping bag on my new hill.

First, I unload all the ammunition I'm carrying on YOU.

Then, I take out my knife and repeatedly stab your body while blood spurts everywhere.

Finally, I carve out your insides and use your skin as a sleeping bag on my new hill.
My skin still harbors my soul so I squeeze you to death and rebuild myself


My hill.

My skin still harbors my soul so I squeeze you to death and rebuild myself


My hill.

I shove your floppy almost rebuilt body of the hill,and make a new flag.

MY HILL

I shove your floppy almost rebuilt body of the hill,and make a new flag.

MY HILL
My body rebuilds fully and I come back, knock you out, then shove the flag with its pole up your ass.




My hill!