The Truth About Hal
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Who Exactly is Hal?
Hal is a good friend of Foo and me (Foo). We three go far back in time. Back to before ziplock bags were so zippy, or sliced bread was so slicey. Back in the days when a man, was just a man, and a woman, knew her god-damned place and kept that freaking kitchen sparkly clean! I mean, come on! Is it so much to ask, to come home from a hard day at the morgue-carnival, to have a nice, juicy (Pictionary-style) T-bone steak?!

No. No it's not.

Anyways, back to Hal.

Hal is a beautful, beautiful creature. We three have enjoyed many a quiet sunny afternoon together, gazing into the stars....... but they weren't so quiet! Ha! Haha! Ha... ha! Get it? Quiet?! Ha! Haaahahaa! I am Foo! Give me your women! No, I am Foo! Give me your women!

Ah, Hal. He's the kind of guy that you can sniff and/or caress on a rainy day and not feel the least bit uncomfortable about. Ahh, caressing. Ahh, Hal.

I AM FOO!!! Bring me your Hal... I mean, women!

Hal's Humble Abode.
Some call it a "fixer-upper." Others say "Church." We're a bit partial to "Madhouse of wild, wild nights of drunken luxurious romps through hay. And Hal."

And some call it a "Barn."

Psh.

This picture has NOTHING to do with Hal.
Rectums and boats. Rectums and boats. Rectums and boats.




Hal's a real dick.