There’s a zebra in the kitchen.
That’s it; I’m out of ideas!
How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot! / The world forgetting, by the world forgot / Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! / Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d.
The two basic items necessary to sustain life, are sunshine and coconut milk… didya know that?
Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?
Coconut milk is a natural laxative. That’s something Gilligan never told us.
You know, I lived with a guy for years. A real genius. He could take a couple of these pineapples or a couple of coconuts with some strings and wire and make a nuclear reactor. But he couldn’t fix a two-foot hole in a boat. Wanna hear the rest?
Here it is - Cocoanut Manor - 42 hours from Times Square by railroad. 1,600 miles as the crow flies and 1,800 as the horse flies. There you are - Cocoanut Manor glorifying the American sewer and the Florida sucker. It’s the most exclusive residential district in Florida. Nobody lives there.
I must say, my youthful aspirations had nothing to do with becoming the Sarah Bernhardt of Delrona Beach. We adjust.
I’ve got a gun rack in my Chevy / For when the surf and the flak get heavy.
And we’ll have fun with our guns until the lifeguard takes our ammo away.
I don’t even own a gun, let alone many guns that would necessitate an entire rack. What am I gonna do with a gun rack?
We got tactical smart missiles, phased plasma pulse rifles, RPGs, we got sonic electronic ball breakers! We got nukes, we got knives, sharp sticks…
You know who’s going to inherit the Earth? Arms dealers. Because everyone else is too busy killing each other. That’s the secret to survival. Never go to war. Especially with yourself.
Mr. President, I’m not saying we wouldn’t get our hair mussed. But I do say no more than ten to twenty million killed, tops. Uh, depending on the breaks.
Emergency! Emergency! Mothra is now in District Number 5.
“Emergency, Alfred.”
“Oh, sir. I could be fired for this. Perhaps they’ll have me back at Buckingham Palace.”
Protecting the Queen’s safety is a task that is gladly accepted by Police Squad. No matter how silly the idea of having a queen might be to us, as Americans, we must be gracious and considerate hosts.
David, kill the Queen!
What?
The jukebox!
Always here are the Queen’s ways.
We dress up in women’s clothes and parade around mouthing the words to other people’s songs.