Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Beach Nuts, Pt. 2
1. She lured him out with a promise of "sex on the beach." He thought she was going to get him drunk. Instead, she took him to some lame-ass, smelly, hippie protest b---s---. The bitch had to die.
2. "You called me 'Jimmy Carter' in the midst of our lovemaking. I will kill you."
3. "You didn't give me enough tinfoil and now the back of my brain is exposed to the Karl Rove mind-control beams. For this, I will kill you."
4. "This takes me back to the sixties... you know, when that Republican warmonger Lincoln took us to war against the south so he and his buddies could loot all the cotton. By the way, I will kill you."
5. Norman Mailer: Closet Armpit fetishist.
Best of The Man
Tin foil on the head, crap in the pants. I love senility.
Best of Adjustah
Enthusiastic Ottawa Senator's fans wait in line.
Best of A.M. Mora y Leon
Hillary's black helicopters are coming to rescue us ... and in the nick of time. Make sure you flash 'em.
Best of prince of leaves
Silly moonbats...the foil doesn't protect you, it just helps Karl Rove's mind rays turn your cranium into a grey-matter Jiffy-Pop.
Sourced out of: Zombietime
HT: Jonathan Yunger