A meal for you, sir?
Fellow reader-fiends, if you happen to be a metalhead yourself, you might want to view what I've intended to post. If, unfortunately, you are not one, I invite you to click ''back'' and check back a few days later.
I assume you have chosen the first option of staying. Now, if you are viewing this with an empty stomach, you will find yourself saliving and having hunger pangs.
Make your choice from the menu. After you eat, you can visit the vomitory.
Chicken of Bodom
Chickallica (Masters of Chickens only)
(In) Flame Grilled Whopper
Six Feet Hotdog
My Dying Bruccoli
Arch Easter Salad
Cradle of Fries
Old Mans Childmeal
Lamb Of God
Iced Earth Coffee
Piss of Salvation
On Shit I lay
Violently puked out by Metalstorm.com. All rights reserved.
[So bored!] And, SMC's withering throne is toppled. Yawns. Who cares?!
Stoned beyond recognition and sanity,
22th January 2006 AD.
Better to reign in Hell.