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Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his variegated fluids? The gods themselves, they do not know.
Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his variegated fluids? The gods themselves, they do not know.
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Damn you, old man! How many times do I have to tell you that you are not a firefighter, and -- no matter how high the flames appear to go -- we don't piss in the barbecue!
The politicians often opened themselves to satire and ridicule. But thankfully now the public would be spared having to witness it...
Here's your 'Fairness Doctrine' Mister Com-simp!
Fig 1. Do not encourage road rage by crowding around a potential violent encounter between two drivers/ pedestrians by cheering the words "FIGHT! FIGHT FIGHT!"
Instead watch in pity and fear as the inevitable happens in which the younger more hearty man socks the geriatric pedestrian for causing engine damge to his car with his cane. This is called "asphalt tragedy"
Of course back in the old days the automobile association not only did roadside repairs, but they also sent someone to tickle you under the chin and say: "Who's a lovely driver then? Who's a lovely driver then?"
Toyota's new bi-fuelled vehicle was proving tempramental. You only got 50 miles per "Owd Codger" and they were beginning to fight back. Besides, they smoked like the very devil.
"You dipstick" laughed Pa. He loved this old joke but Constable Gerry didn't see it the funny side.
And the spirit of the old man was leaving his body before he even hit the ground.
"There that's for Auschwitz Fritz!!"
"But Dad he wasn't even German"
"Eh??......Well that's steroid abuse for you son."
From the League of Perfectly Ordinary Pedestrians, issue #23:
To Little Timmy’s astonishment, both heroes, Hatman and Citizen Cane – weakened as they already were by the deadly quantities of C02 and other noxious gasses in the atmosphere – were quickly overwhelmed by the sinister, fossil-fuel-consuming Dr Automobilist.
When all hope seemed lost, though, Pizza Delivery Boy appeared out of nowhere, coming to their rescue wielding a steaming hot Vesuvio. Whatever good that would do…
I would so read that comic.
And what is the first rule of Fight Club Timmy?
Ummmm, rape your opponent when you win?
No, Timmy! We don't talk about Fight Club. Shit while I am at it, take off your pants Timmy.
The Red Revolution did not go as well for Lenin as he wished.
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