Friday, April 16, 2010

Scientists Discover 51st Way To Leave Your Lover

Shoot 'em in the head
Fred


That's not very nice is it? I bet Paul Simon will refuse to revise the song. He's a little bastard.

He could be French somehow.

Did you ever be eating a ham steak with pineapple on it and when you brought up a tasty piece of pineapple and placed it delicately on your waiting mouth parts and you bit down and it was cheese? Who the fuck puts cheese on a ham steak? Worse, cheese and pineapple. What the hell man?

Sorry. It's probably not your fault.

The Australian government, yes you you fuckers, is taxing the hell out of me to pay for it's wacky Carbon Emissions Trading Scheme. It's making me cranky. I don't want to trade carbon. I like my carbon. I have the whole set. I have graphite's rookie year.

There are very few two-headed prostitutes. I mean they're really really hard to find. Nobody trades those either. But if I knew one, I'd call her Donna. I'd want her to fit in with the other prostitutes and if I called her Two-Headed Betty, well that would make it harder for everybody.

I think that was a pun.

You are supposed to declare whether or not a pun was intended. It's like pool. If you make a pun by accident then you lose your turn.

Actually anytime you make a pun you should lose your turn.