Antelope Freeway, 1/32 mile.
…would not want to put myself in a confrontatory position, either with the United Snakes, or with Them. And you can believe me, because I never lie, and I’m always right. So wake up to your only logical choice. Me. George Tirebiter.
Paid for by the Tirebiter for Political Solutions Committee, Sector R.
Antelope Freeway . . . one-32nd mile
Let’s play . . . Beat the Reaper!
Domine domine domine, you’re all Catholics now.
I’d like to order a pizza to go, and no anchovies.
Wait a minute, Danger. What about my pickle?
That’s further than anyone’s ever been gone before.
You can sit in the waiting room or wait in the sitting room.
No anchovies!?
I spell my name Danger!
Who’s that ugly dwarf with his hand in your mouth?
What about my pickle?
You’re lucky to have your brown paper bag half pint.
“You haven’t seen the last of me, Danger!”
“No, but the first of you turns my stomach!”
Where’s my cookie?
thwack
Geeeee-I-Joe, Whoooa wona secona world wah You so smaht?
What’s all this brooHaHa?
You can’t get there from here.
What goes in must come out.
If you push something hard enough it will fall over.
He broke the President. Ah …Klim.
“It was a close and muggy day. There had been three muggings in the lobby since dawn. I wisely kept to my room but there came a strange knocking at the door.”
[knock knock knock]
“Oh, I’ll get it.”
“No, no, Flotsam, it’s part of the story.”
Broohaha? hahaha.
Are those your mukluks over by the fire?
Civilization…Halt!
“Doesn’t Bottles count?”
“Only to ten, Muddhead.”
“Golly, Porgie, I didn’t know you masturbated!”
“He’s upstairs, helping Porcelain make the bed.”
They never come out to my location… [look left]
Supervisor babelizor: “Don’t you SOB’s know your SOP’s?”
Porgy: “Hurry up Mudhead, or we’ll be late for the meeting of the philatelist society!”
Mudhead: “Gee Porgy, I didn’t know you masturbated!”
Comes in a thin thin thin thirty-five millimeter shell!
A full tank of gas and a clean windshield, I’m high on life!
Holy mudhead, Mackeral!
It was Pig Night at the Om Mani Padme Sigma house…
Rocky Roccoco, at your cervix.
Venus envy hairspray (at Balliol Bros. Pharmacy.)
Plus, the good old Princess Goddess doll…
Deacon: “Is it going to be all right?”
Congregation: "It’s going to be all right!!
Deacon: “You bet, dear friends, it’s going to be all right tonight, here at the Powerhouse Church of the Presumptuous Assumption of the Blinding Light.”
Soloist: “Oh blinding light,
oh light that blinds,
I cannot see,
look out for me.”
Girl: “Daddy, where can I get a good deal in a Christian atmosphere?”
Pastor Rod Flash: “Here, friends, right here!”
And look, Rodger, the little red needle is pointing to ‘E’, and while that’s always meant excelent in my book, I guess that means we’re out of gas!
In the beginning, there was this turtle. And the turtle was alone. And he looked around. And he saw his neighbor. Which was his mother. And he laid down on top of his neighbor. And behold, she bore him in tears an oak tree. Which grew all day. And then fell over. Like a bridge. And lo, under the bridge there came a catfish. And he was walking. And he was the biggest he had seen. And so with the firey balls of this fish, one of which was the sun and the other they called the moon…