Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Waiting for Wotan, #14
"I was bringing this to the fair to sell it."
"Where does your shameless marketing go from here?"
"Perhaps you'll have socks someday."
"Now that's the ugliest damn bong I've ever seen."
Posted by Randal Graves at 8:03 AM
Labels: inside joke theatre
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13 comments:
Where's Gene Simmons when you need him?
BETTER LIVING THROUGH SLAYER.
Selling KISS™ Krackers. KISS™ Kreme Kheese sold separately.
Excellent!
This one makes even less sense than usual.
;-)
Apparently, you internet bots haven't been - no, I don't want to spoil the ending.
What no eatable panties or teething rings with logo?
Funny you should mention near one of our original ideas. You should open your own business.
Slayer socks, Yes! At last I've got something to go with my Mudvayne belt.
I thought it said 'slaver'.
I have socks that look just like that. Sort of.. Mine are longer and they don't have any writing on them.
The trouble with inside jokes is that, by definition, most people won't get what's supposed to be funny. This is something that fun-loving rascal Dick Cheney counted on, especially where Khalid Sheik Mohammed was concerned.
BTW, the character on the right in the last 'toon bears more than a passing resemblance to KSM.
I bet Mitt Romney wears socks just like those. You got to figure that deep down underneath his special Mormon underwear he is a party freak.
tom, egads man, you couldn't have said Maiden?
jim, socks based on ye old table toppynge would be pretty cool.
susan, they sound virtually identical.
SWA, you say that like it's a bad thing. And man, you and BB need to disconnect from politics for a bit. Pick up some onion rings, light a fat one, spin some Fu Manchu, and zone out for a couple of months. I say this because I care.
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