Large burial ground/necropolis privately owned by legendary, tiger-blooded, immortal
American actor Charlie Sheen in which any fallen members of his paranormal 'violent
love', F-18 equipped militia, known as "the Octagon" are laid to rest. The Sheenian equivalent of Valhalla. Gnarlington is so RADICAL that normal,
loser minds cannot comprehend it, and risk turning into a exploded body over which their children will weep. Only the (Duh!) Winning or Bi-Winning are permitted to enter.
So far, only a handful** of
fire-breathing-fisted, earthworm-defeating, Vatican Assassin Warlocks are buried here, of which one, Denise Richards, is a former High Priest Vatican Assassin Warlock. It's pretty lonely down there, but you know, THEY SURE
LIKE THE VIEW, ALEX.
**: Given Sheen's unlimited appeal and Bitching Rockstar from Mars status, one would expect more than just a few - this is readily explainable by the fact that as Sheen cogently explains,
death is for pussies, like Thomas Jefferson. A
loser at the end of a
loser life, with ugly wife and ugly children. He didn't hang out with two smoking hotties and fly around the world.
But what does rhyme with winning? Anyone? Yeah, that would be him. He works for the Pope, he murders
people. He is the drug known as Charlie Sheen.
"Guys, it's right there in the thing, duh! We work for the Pope, we murder
people. We're Vatican assassins. How complicated can it be? What they're not ready for is guys like you and I and Nails and all the other Gnarly Gnarlingtons in my life, that we are
high priests, Vatican assassin warlocks. Boom. Print that,
people. See where that goes."
Charlie Sheen on warlocks earning themselves a place at Gnarlington cemetery.
