The Story of DNA25 |
![]() Beelzebub the Stalagtite |
Arrrr! So yer wonderin' what all this DNA stuff is about, eh? Well,
I guess I can give you the guided tour. I'm Lumpy the Stalagtite, but
you can call me Beelzebub. I live in the cave below Flaming Deathtrap
where I suck out the souls of naughty children for use as colorful
wall hangings! Ok, not really...those were ust some of Anca's
dyed scarfs.
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DNA is a big party Dave and Anca waste a lot of time throwing every year. This year they've added this web page as yet another means of wasting time. I've suggested they become alcoholics and forget about this whole creative outlet thing, but do they listen to me? No, they just stick little pins in my lumpy face. |
![]() Blow, Dave 'n' Anca, blow! |
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![]() Burn, clowns, burn! |
Last year, Dave and Anca had a cool cake. Personally, I liked the clowns with flames shooting out of their heads. Watch Anca as she stabs the cake. Where does she keep that knife anyway? |
![]() Stab, Anca, stab! |
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![]() The Classic Jordan |
![]() Dave plays the air bagpipes while Michael looks on |
![]() The Priestess of the Pool Pony Tarot, Rebecca |