And enough of rowing so booooooooooooooooo yes it's a Self-firing Submachine Gun Autoderringer! Lying on its side, please, yes, I see how very well armed
is the Hiroshima Precision Drill Team Atomic Bomb Dodgers Even When They're Serving That Plastic Turkey To Every Member Of George W. Bush's Family Back
To The Time Twain Had All The Dinosaurs Coming, Not Just By Twos, And The Bull They Gave A Thumpin' To Was Bill Mauldin For Thinkin' Ike Ever Retired,
Although We Allow The Comfort Of The Time ... And we still hate the Trib' and not just for Stinkin' Lincoln and other matters for which our frivolous
children have deprived the ages so we gonna be deprivin' them!
YAAAAY!
Yes, four a-frames framed by martini glasses! Hurrah! Hrah Hrah Hooooooooooooooooooori! Invent some bird for that call and give Bill Williams and Bill Burroughs Robert's best pshaw! And not that motherfucker Laird, either. Save him for later. He was referenced in some 'train ping pong' matter and which might suggest Schrodinger's Ladies Jumping Out Of Buildings To Avoid The Unsightliness Of The Union Suit With Those Awful Flaps ...
As Robert once mentioned, 'Don't know'.
Don't know dumbshits don't exist.
Don't know don't exist.
David Quinn is a moron.
See, Otto Weininger could have been a seer, if we'd bothered to tell the right Freud joke. Can you invent one, kids? Take this handy multiple death quiz from Uncle Death! Yes, it's our almost new character Uncle Death! in which we teach The Very Smart Kids! not to pay attention to older Really Very Smart Kids!! unless they understand both Bluto and Sluggo and the importance of not letting The Very Smart Kids! get to college when Bluto and Sluggo have to what, kids?
A. Register for Social Security.
B. Register for the draft.
C. Register for what?
D. How can this be a multiple choice test if C. doesn't really work?
E. What?
F. If one joke is 'confound the children by rearranging the furniture', what joke ends with we hate cheaters even if they're from:
G. What?
H. Time's up.
Attach your joke and your complete family history, preferably with stool samples you collect yourself, to six boxtops or all four Japanese carriers we sent to burning hell at Midway and if you're Chinese you may live until the Cultural Revolution and if you're Japanese report immediately to Nanking to drop your drawers and get on your hands and knees and prostate your asses toward the sun for how long?
D. What?
E. Three hours.
F. Until you realize we're entirely serious and we've already sent airline fares into very reasonable purchases so call right now and make that reservation because we know the Chinese would be happy to meet you and set you up in the all new milk and tobacco industries good ol' Uncle Sam has arranged for you.
G. What?
H. What does 'time's up' mean?
I. It means your fucking dense.
J. Hell, Robert even knows girl smarter than you, but not him.
D. That mean you less than girl.
D. Are you going to do 'three D's' again?
D. Yes, and that isn't much of a report card to brag about, is it?
D. What?
D. Give yourself more time's up.
D. Hell, we even had the Chinese girl working with us, and we think we love her.
So let her stay and deport the rest of them.
Hmmm, here siren background, must be working.
--St. Sgt. Robbydharma
YAAAAY!
Yes, four a-frames framed by martini glasses! Hurrah! Hrah Hrah Hooooooooooooooooooori! Invent some bird for that call and give Bill Williams and Bill Burroughs Robert's best pshaw! And not that motherfucker Laird, either. Save him for later. He was referenced in some 'train ping pong' matter and which might suggest Schrodinger's Ladies Jumping Out Of Buildings To Avoid The Unsightliness Of The Union Suit With Those Awful Flaps ...
As Robert once mentioned, 'Don't know'.
Don't know dumbshits don't exist.
Don't know don't exist.
David Quinn is a moron.
See, Otto Weininger could have been a seer, if we'd bothered to tell the right Freud joke. Can you invent one, kids? Take this handy multiple death quiz from Uncle Death! Yes, it's our almost new character Uncle Death! in which we teach The Very Smart Kids! not to pay attention to older Really Very Smart Kids!! unless they understand both Bluto and Sluggo and the importance of not letting The Very Smart Kids! get to college when Bluto and Sluggo have to what, kids?
A. Register for Social Security.
B. Register for the draft.
C. Register for what?
D. How can this be a multiple choice test if C. doesn't really work?
E. What?
F. If one joke is 'confound the children by rearranging the furniture', what joke ends with we hate cheaters even if they're from:
G. What?
H. Time's up.
Attach your joke and your complete family history, preferably with stool samples you collect yourself, to six boxtops or all four Japanese carriers we sent to burning hell at Midway and if you're Chinese you may live until the Cultural Revolution and if you're Japanese report immediately to Nanking to drop your drawers and get on your hands and knees and prostate your asses toward the sun for how long?
D. What?
E. Three hours.
F. Until you realize we're entirely serious and we've already sent airline fares into very reasonable purchases so call right now and make that reservation because we know the Chinese would be happy to meet you and set you up in the all new milk and tobacco industries good ol' Uncle Sam has arranged for you.
G. What?
H. What does 'time's up' mean?
I. It means your fucking dense.
J. Hell, Robert even knows girl smarter than you, but not him.
D. That mean you less than girl.
D. Are you going to do 'three D's' again?
D. Yes, and that isn't much of a report card to brag about, is it?
D. What?
D. Give yourself more time's up.
D. Hell, we even had the Chinese girl working with us, and we think we love her.
So let her stay and deport the rest of them.
Hmmm, here siren background, must be working.
--St. Sgt. Robbydharma
