as the nimble Lettuceman acrobatically
mixed Bloody Marys to counter
the poison from the crossbow
bolt. "Thassssh a good annnidote",
shooter. The ensuing cole slaw
had the "cole" subtype due
the arcane device's slicing, dicing,
and mincing of everything in
sight, including words, which it
mangled worse than George Bush
on a dire cocaine bender.
Meanwhile, at the Soup Bar,
Dick Cheney was helping himself
Peruvian nose candy, which helped
his reaction times to pop-up
geezers coming outta the underbrush
with bass guitars and crosses
that are not entirely buckshot-proof.
His grandaddy, Lon Chaney, done
`til thar weren't nothin' but
"Give me my Loknar," exclaimed
Walter Mondale in a high-pitched
girlish squeal, "or I'll tell
Jimmy Carter on you. Give
Hanover Fist 36,000 zulacks, Captain
caveman and the teen angels
McGilla Gorilla, Thundarr, Ookla, Princess
Toadstool, and make it snappy!"
Then Mondale, feeling his oats,
got his presidentin' lasso and
want for my birthday, then
you'll get me that antfarm!
HA HA! SONIC THE HEDGEHOG!
Anyway, the moral of this
evil, evil infomercial is that
anything applied directly on the
computer screen has the risk
of transmitting the strange condition
known as creeping porphyric lurgy
fungal chronic antisemoplanioplastigraphtomanicitis ...on fire.
"That sounds terrible", said a
sufferer of advanced mummy rot
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