Dreams Come True, Timmy
Episode 192: "Let's Get Physical":

Why hello there, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Disturbing Images, I'm your host, Leonard Nedoubis.

You know, this week I was tending to the apples in my lovely backyard, and I thought to myself, 'why yes, summer is upon us'. Now, on the ranch it may be ok to sit back and relax with a nice glass of frosty lemonade, brought out by a small, sheltered, pre-pubescent farm girl who had run away from her father's farm after a debate on the length of her cut-off "jean shorts", whom you found shivering and desperate at a truck stop on the interstate late one night, but here in Plohobus County, when summer hits, it's work time, folks.

So I decided to provide some "Summertime" disturbing images this episode. Hopefully it'll inspire you to work hard, and rest not for the constant torment of paranoia and hopelessness that I personally feel every night in my home on rural route 9, just south of Blanton, folks, stop by if you ever want to. Ring the bell a few times, I'm usually in the bathroom.

Oh pivots, enough about me. Let's see some images.









mmmmmm mmmmmm dUUUUUbs Well, let's see here. Ah yes, this is Gary. I came home one night from a contra dance in Purvis, and Gary had broken into my house and was smoking a "womb". He's been living in the bathroom for four weeks now! Apparently, Gary works for the government, doing "Top Secret Research" to keep spider ant creating monsters from scavenging his "a-hole". Gary won't be here for long, though. He said he had "a score to settle" with Satan of all people, next week in the local 7-11 convenience store. It's reassuring to hear he's not just some "crackhead". It's a popular drug, I've read.
ouch my eye This young gentlemen solicited me for sex one night as I walked home from a Communal Poetry Night at Starbucks! I was so blown-away by this young man's crude nature and comfort with asking to "ream my short-side for a buck" that I didn't know what to say! So I just let him pay me to do unnatural acts with a rodent-like household pet. Sheesh, kids these days. Can I get a "What, What"?
%%%%%%%%bOOm%%%%%%%% I found this behind the dryer at the Purvis laundromat. Great place to converse with women, by the way. I asked Gary what it was, and he said it was the classic mugshot of Jailbird McHenry, the infamous "Diner Killer" who shot and ate 19 people at a Queens, NY greasy spoon long ago. He said that the photo was from the Saturday, September 12th, 1959 issue of the NY Post, the very same paper that was sending messages into his head every night since 1761! What a coincidence! Gary told me to get rid of the picture, because it made the demons beg for the "blood of the innocent", but I told him I had an episode to produce, mister. Good lookin' out, though, Gary.
holy shit. now that's creepy This is my high school yearbook photo. I've changed a lot, right, folks? It's all thanks to endless years of huffing Glade behind the bus station in a depressing cloud of misery!
heh heh i like girls This is my girlfriend, Dakota. We met at a Singles Banjo Tuning held at the Pinebrook Rest Home. This photo was taken at a "pool party" my parole officer, I mean "involuntary buddy", held one weekend. Look who's had a little too much punch!



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