
Earlier on today, Menotah sat in our mud huts, fiddling about with rocks and sticks, still trying to make fire somehow.
Why?
Well the answer is simple, our NS was below 1,000,000
But no longer!
With a flash of lightning, our profound foreheads receded and our rags were replaced by pinstripe suits, although our 'crown jewels' shrunk a bit (A mere side effect).
Upon realizing this, Menotah ran to the nearest Dollar Store to purchase as many plastic monocles as they had in stock.
Now that we're dressed to be millionaires, we're off to drink champagne, drive Hybrids and burn money in front of hobos.
Ta-Ta!



And no flaming or trolling in the topic, because we know when you're just jealous of our sexy monocles.

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