Quenton sends this one in, and boy howdy it’s a winner.
What if?
What if fast food icons settled down to party with a load of drugs and some strippers? Why, it’d look like THIS, that’s what.
Folsom checks in, and apparently all systems are go there as far as Evil goes.
There’s a rash of mysterious pregnancies, most of the town’s beer stocks are seriously depleted, and there’s spent fireworks strewn about.
Looks like the plan is taking shape nicely. Here’s a pic of Casey, taken by Mark, laughing as they abscond from the site of the latest porn bomb placement. You can see her enjoyment of the task in her face. And her hat.
