As you can see, the second part of Frank's riveting adventure to our nation's capital actually has nothing to do with him at all. Or does it? You see that missile hitting my imaginary girlfriend in the head? That's Frank in his ever-dependable transformed rocket mode, causing harm to humans whenever possible. You could also interpret the missile as Frank's detatchable rocket penis, with him not-so-subtly asking her to suck him off.
posted Nov 25th, 2006 ( permalink )
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