Allison looked up at his massive, dripping form looming over her. She screamed, scrambled backward, and ran straight into a beehive.
“So… no torture dungeon?”
“I’m telling you, Dale, this is the start of something good,” Tucker said, heaving a rusty lawn chair onto the porch. “Just two buddies, some cheap beer, and a wood chipper that only occasionally spits fire.” tucker and dale
Before Tucker could answer, a shriek echoed from the woods. Allison looked up at his massive, dripping form
The bees took that personally.
A moment later, a college kid in a pastel polo came tearing out of the treeline, tripped over a root, and impaled his backpack on a low-hanging branch. He dangled there, screaming, “The backwoods killers! They’ve got a shack of horror!” “Just two buddies, some cheap beer, and a
Then came the wood chipper incident.