Tuesday, January 30, 2007

It should be clear by now that I'm shit at thinking up titles

'Sure, society may call me the Smelly Retarded Boy, lock me up and throw things at me in passing, but when you stop and think about it, who is the real retard here? Me... or you?' 'No, I'm pretty sure it’s you.'

9 comments:

Wannabekraut said...

Harold was showing terrible signs of withdrawal, that's why he was still sobering up in lockdown. He cried greedily at James:

"Give it to me, i'll do anything for it!"

"No, it's my tomacco, and i'll be damned if a brute like you gets their hands on it."

Anonymous said...

"Excuse me my queer boy, but are you implying that I am one of these 'dead people' that you see."
"No, I was talking about the chewed-up farmer from the threshing accident over there, but now that you mention it, that melon sized hole in your chest ain't probably a good sign."

Stefan Jones said...

To his disgust and horror, Richard realized that the ball he'd just found had been thrown into the yard by one of the inmates of the Lord Haymont Asylum for Chronic Masturbators.

jacobmarley said...

Ed Wood "Now I'll not tell you again. Throw the ball as high as you can so we can get it on film"

Small Boy "Right you are mister, but don't you think a frisbee would stay in the air longer and look much more like a space ship?"

Ed Wood "Good grief! You may have a point."

Andy said...

"No you may NOT have my orange, you'll get scurvy all over it!"

Baggypants said...

"Your crazy mister, their ain't no one in no hat"

Baggypants said...

...Then his spirit guide lead his dreamself past the gate to the Field Of Inner Self...

Jason - GorillaSushi said...

Early prototypes for the dunk-tank featured less water and much, much more barbed wire.

eddie said...

Nobody EVER gets back in The Fall, so ye can shove yer apple where the sun don't shine!