a…
gecko
probably
would.
The
Geico
gecko
sued
Dorothy Bobmother
for
cockroach
-related
injuries
One day, Bob found a dead kangaroo levitating over his bed. “Holy mother of Bob,” he ejaculated. Luckily, Gadarene’s rubber sheets were absorbed by sixteen black panties, which tasted like kangaroo droppings. Bob couldn’t believe it’s not butter.
Meanwhile, Ted snarled, “Zounds! This isn’t Kosher!” He and his cockatiel had spent millions on margarine. Understandably, Ted committed hara-kiri with a condom filled with horseradish. “Yowsa!” cried Bob.
The steel blade in the vaseline glistened like moist vaseline-soaked steel. But, precocious ogres tiptoed stealthily around the cockatiel. Just then, hundreds of tiny elephants trod over California Street, only to be eaten by giant hamsters. Bob barely leaned over the rotting elephant before laughing. He exclaimed, “What a coincidence!” Just then, the dead Academy cadet laughed. Suddenly laughter seemed pointless. “Pointless?” Bob snorted. “Everything seems pointy! Even now, with the dead chickens trodding over the wet desert,” he chortled.
Meanwhile, back in Kansas, eleven years earlier, Dorothy Bobmother, Bob’s holy Bobmother, wept bitterly. Unfazed by her precocious stoicism, Sulu opined, “Wherefore art thou shapeless?”
“Here we smell!” replied baby Fran. “Who blew kangaroo away?”
That’s just what happened last night. However, robotic tentacles fondled Bobmother’s new fur hat.
Bob confessed, “Kansas doesn’t engender fond memories.”
The rabbi merely shrugged. “Eh what was I smoking,” the rabbi blearily ejaculated. “Sometimes we eat juice laced with psilocybin and spicy whiskey.”
“Mmmm,” Bob drooled, “give it to Julia Roberts.”
Suddenly, the harpsichord exploded! Bob cackled like a gecko probably would. The Geico gecko sued Dorothy Bobmother for cockroach-related injuries.
Luckily…
the
court
ruled
in
favor
of