Monday, January 23, 2012
Flabber, gasted into a stupor
exoteric: drone drone drone standard question 2
esoteric: existential yawn
exoteric: drone drone drone standard question 3
esoteric: that that that that that isn't is
exoteric: drone drone drone standard question 5
esoteric: again
exoteric: with variation B
esoteric: I swear I killed you
Got shots from snowy last week, darkthroning natch, nah, not today. Lit a match under a batch of attempted comedy, but was thankfully saved from the grave where funny goes to putrefy, told you the side effects from Towering Slab asbestos cleanup would prove to be helpful, to wit: why did the chicken cross the road? To get away to Col. Sanders 'cause the alternative is death by a thousand bad jokes. Perpetually perky people scare the living fuck out of me. That lucky bastard gets to cross the road & die, tastes like processed slop. Go on, set the pump aflame, I inhaled.
Posted by Randal Graves at 10:09 AM
Labels: i'm a lazy lazy man, it's just rain fine try and kill it, the side effects of slacking
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Questions (not necessarily standard):
Okay, so wait - is it okay to thaw the chicken I just tossed in the fridge or not?
Did the comedy survive or not?
When will we see the snowy photos?
Am I perky?
What kind of bird is that outside my window? Scratch that. It's a question for iftheythunderdontgetyou.
And here we thought you had expired, R.G.
P.S. Lisa, that's a Windowbird.
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lisa, I'm not here to answer your questions.
if, if ever I vanish, assume I'm dead in a ditch. Don't take my stuff.
Randal who'd want your stuff? And I'm sure you wouldn't taste like Solent Green either.
William Gast-ed your flabber? I see that, and raise you thus:
Walt Disney-ed your Flubber!
If you die, can I have L'il Edgar?
Is he dirty or is it just my computer moniter??
((Hugs))
laura
demeur, people with taste for the finer things, that's who.
karl of the österreich, WHY DO YOU HATE ISRAEL
laura, certainly not, he's going to the Smithsonian, & yes, descending into a maelstrom leaves one haggard & weary.
In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Someone told us that the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough for us.
Was this post preceded by a bout of double vision and ringing in the ears? I'm becoming concerned.
susan, getoffmylawn.
SWA, I'm always usually sober when I post at work.
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