War
(huh)
What is it good for?
Settling political disputes.
(good God, y’all)
Say it again.
Wait till we get some more planets. Then we’ll have some wars, boy.
Mars is like Earth Lite® - most of the gravity without the annoying oxygen-rich atmosphere or embarrassing liquid water.
There are no fish on Mars. I’m certain of it. Now.
I hear India is planning to land a million men on the moon. I stole that one out of the newspaper. A column by one of those urbane metro-sexual types. Urbane, it’s a word, not urban, not ghetto, urbane. Like the people in an F. Scott Fitzgerald gig. Like an RAF Group Captain in a 1950’s British war movie named Rodger. Steady-on, Rodger.
Did you know, between 1939 and 1945 very few babies born in England were named Heinrich Himmler? Quite a few Rodgers though.
And they all went on to be RAF Group Captains.
“Rodger, whatever’s the matter?”
“Oh Dick we’ll never find the target in this bally fog! Sorry, …I didn’t mean to lose control.
“Quite alright considering the circumstances old man. Now, let's see how much scotch we can drink in 20 minutes.”
I stole the scotch line too. From an urbane comedian. So it’s ok because it’s in context or something.
Whatever. There’s still no fucking fish on Mars.
(huh)
Say it again.
(huh)
What is it good for?
Settling political disputes.
(good God, y’all)
Say it again.
Wait till we get some more planets. Then we’ll have some wars, boy.
Mars is like Earth Lite® - most of the gravity without the annoying oxygen-rich atmosphere or embarrassing liquid water.
There are no fish on Mars. I’m certain of it. Now.
I hear India is planning to land a million men on the moon. I stole that one out of the newspaper. A column by one of those urbane metro-sexual types. Urbane, it’s a word, not urban, not ghetto, urbane. Like the people in an F. Scott Fitzgerald gig. Like an RAF Group Captain in a 1950’s British war movie named Rodger. Steady-on, Rodger.
Did you know, between 1939 and 1945 very few babies born in England were named Heinrich Himmler? Quite a few Rodgers though.
And they all went on to be RAF Group Captains.
“Rodger, whatever’s the matter?”
“Oh Dick we’ll never find the target in this bally fog! Sorry, …I didn’t mean to lose control.
“Quite alright considering the circumstances old man. Now, let's see how much scotch we can drink in 20 minutes.”
I stole the scotch line too. From an urbane comedian. So it’s ok because it’s in context or something.
Whatever. There’s still no fucking fish on Mars.
(huh)
Say it again.
3 comments:
If either of us posted more often, I'd move you to the top of the list. Without the name change!
of course anybody else reading this won't know what he fuck you are talking about.
Luckily nobody else reads this.
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