Would you like to take a survey?
Do you like beans?
Do you like George Wendt?
Would you like to eat beans with George Wendt?
Do you like bean eating movies?
Animaniacs for the win! 
Forget you guys.
LLAMA! llama llama llama llama llama llama llama llama llama llama llama llama llama llama llama llama llama llama llama llama
I haven’t seen that in years and I’m cracking up just being able to remember the voices.
I’m still looking for a goat, although I’m also considering a sheep, a badger, or a llama. I’m thinking that if I sent mail to millions of people, I’d probably be able to find the goat, sheep, badger, or llama that is right for me. Does anyone know where I could get the addresses of millions of people?
Dear Miss Goat Manners,
I have a sheep loving friend, and he often spends time in the deepest part of the ocoean, for 20 minutes at a time. He always brings pie to feed his oily porn loving nurses and their goats.
This sheep friend, and his goats often invite me and ask me to bring pie. I think a Shepherd’s Pie would be in order but don’t know how it would go over with the goats.
Sincerely,
Goatly Mc Sheep
Grape seed.
Sex!
Glow in the dark toilet seat. Hybridization. Cloning. Planet of the Apes porn. Manpanzee. Transformers slash. Lutefisk. psychotropic drug investment opportunities. Liberal media coverup.
Hey, look at that! “Mailing Lists: 20% off, contact 16 million qualified customers, and 35 goats.”
It’s working!
Cats, kitties, kitty cats, saxophones, clarinets, flying boats, 78rpm, ephemera, Alicia Witt, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, Lisa Kudrow, foot fetish, Gordon’s Gin, Bob & Ray, Hoagy Carmichael, Duke Ellington, Cincinnati chili, foosball, Baked Alaska, Jean Louisa Kelly, Kibo, knickknacks, dinner chimes, Graf Zeppelin, obsessive compulsive, barbeque.
Results: two links h/t/d/w “mailing lists”, two more h/t/d/w “intelligence.” Should we be flattered?
This Christmas, buy him what he’s always wanted: a giant tit filled with beer!
Gophers. Lots and lots of Gophers.
Seventy-six trombones; a hundred and ten cornets right behind.
A thousand reeds. Oh, and horns of every shape and size.
And a sheep.
Mailing lists from hell, mailing lists for oily goats, mailing lists for oily nurses owned by goats, mailing lists for badgers who love goats but are not loved by either goats or nurses, mailing lists of nurses who need cheese to love goats or llamas, mailing lists for frammistats, thingamabobs, jimjams, gadgets, gizmos, whatchamacallits, widgets, deelibobs
and
turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles turtles*
*oh, yeah. Did I remember to mention turtles?
Who needs ads for goats and sheep? Show me beavers and pussies anyday.
Not to give the a-holes any ideas but if they were smart, they’d advertise books and indie movies and video games to Dopers.
BTW, ever tried goat’s milk ice cream? Yum!
Hmm… just now I see ads for desserts.
I see beans & rice and suchlike. Weird.