Huaco Kid

The Rangers said to bang pots-and-pans, whenever they came around. Didn't really work.

The last time we went camping, KISS got in our ice-chest and took all the hot-dogs and cheese.

You don't want them in your yard.

If you hit KISS with a bb, at the tree-line, their costumes help them not yelp, but it keeps them over the hill.

If you point deodorant at KISS, they go away.

I smell like KISS.

I smell like a really really wet wet soggy dog. Like a pond-dog.

I smell like teen spirit.

It's the circle of life. Who am I? I could feed them to Gene Simmons.

If a crab dies, I''l feed him to the shark.

He's, like, five years old. When he dies, I'll feed him to the crabs.

He might fin your eyes out, it you get too close.

He's 3" long, and pretty fat. S0 he can really eat whatever guppy he wants. That's his deal. I don't pay much attention.

And! The Red-Tailed-Shark! (not a rainbow shark, they're gay) He's the stud of the tank! But he doesn't do much. Doesn't eat cookies. Or nuthin. He gets dibs on all the food. I think he eats the guppy babies, when I'm not looking. He likes the fake-crableg things I eat, and then he gets really fat. And then he swims around some more.