Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Day 83: Corporate Shmorporate

Ever since word of my supposed suicide mission to kill all the Reavers hit the freqs, I've been receivin' lots of personal transmissions as of late. Usually I'll delete a message after the first sentence 'cause they're always askin' the same thing. You know, like how big is my 阴茎 (HUGE) or do I plan to take pictures of me with my shirt off (NO!) or do I like it when I get my back tickled (that's my business). LEAVE ME ALONE! DANG!

I was just about to punch up the delete sequence again when I got notice of this note from the folks at Subspace Soldier of Fortune asking me about new weapon ideas.

"Rock on" he says??? Heck yes I'll be rockin' on right their way. No doubt in my mind! I have this idea for a mag-discharge machine gun with a built-in cup holster for my drink of choice. The Reavers won't know what hit 'em -- and I won't be thirsty!

9 comments:

Shannon said...

haha your blog is so much better than jane's!

Disco-Steve said...

Agreed!!! lol... Dang!

Nick said...

Reavers rule! You suck Jayne! Kill all Humans!

Anonymous said...

Best parody ever!! lol keep going!

Anonymous said...

Does the captain know about your mission? He ain't paying you to get yourself killed by any gorram Reavers. I thought the aim was to keep off the radar, Jayne.

89 Day Jane said...

Rock on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anonymous said...

I swear, if you fucking reveal that this was all an art project and it was never your intention to kill all the Reavers...

Anonymous said...

"dang" he says.
Dang is right


comical genius.

blacking out nonsensical words. well played, your on the ball.

Natalia said...

hmmm so now what's going to happen? I can't wait to read your day 0