Thursday, April 12, 2007

When Good Science Goes Bad

'They all laughed, but my robot Granny will show them—isn’t that right, Granbot01?' TARGET ACQUIRED. UMBRELLA ENGAGED. ADMINSTER RECTAL TRAUMA. 'No, Granbot, not me - I am your master!' ADMINSTER RECTAL TRAUMA!! 'Nooooooo!!!'

Sometimes I think it's a bad thing that I'd feel the need to come up with such a flimsy excuse to use the phrase "rectal truama". But then I think no, it isn't.

7 comments:

Rob Rodriguez said...

Sherlock was tired of lying. It was time to end this.

"I'm a Trannie, my dear Watson. From now on I wish to called Charlene."

hillhunt said...

"Milady misunderstands the whole point of Golden Showers...And anyway I'm a giver not a taker..."

jacobmarley said...

Now was the time to strike with her silver handled brolly whilst the beast was still half man half wolf.

But Ms Agutter sadly remembered those days when she was still a fox and would have shagged his brains out before dispatching him to the hereafter.

vincenzo said...

Frightened, Theodore pointed his elbow at Granbot.

Additional target acquired. Moisture started. Appendage stimulation and rectal abuse begins.

"For the love of all that is good, don't do it Granbot, this is a new suit and I am lactose intolerant."

Later that day...they all laughed anyway!

Andy said...

"Hold still, it's on your upper lip now!"

"KILL IT KILL IT!"

Baggypants said...

Heartily sick of old Berts accent, Nanny Poppins went for the kill...

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