Thursday, July 19, 2007

Kiss My ASIMO

'Wheels for legs, a dustbin for a body and a dead hobo fro a brain -- you;re going to be the best robot ever!'

9 comments:

LeeLee said...

After years of being fucked about by her smarmy Landlord's tales of how tough life was for him, Claudine finally snapped and decided to put him out with the rest of the garbage.
We should all be so lucky.

hillhunt said...

Noreen became a local hero the day she announced a free-market alternative to the council's bin wagons. But the hand-cart was kinda heavy....and what was she going to do now that the spare bedroom was full of the neighbours' garbage?

jacobmarley said...

The dispute over the bordering leylandii had escalated to the point where they were catapulting diseased meat into each others gardens.

"They'll get a surprise this time when they find Bonzo's head amongst the offal."

Neil said...

"Thank God I got here before the identity thieves - the other girls threw out my pre-approved credit card application unshredded!"

The joke was on Ellen though - the binmen had already been.

Anonymous said...

Lucy Loose was determined to win the National Fisting Championship and had now worked up to the "Gargantuo" training dildo.

boingy said...

Angie missunderstood when her landlord how much he'd like to have his junk in her apple-cart, in lew of rent

LeeLee - I blame Boingy said...

"No, no, never again!' muttered Lucy. William had inadvertently emptied his sack in her back passage, again. It had to be tidied up immediately, for Lucy liked to keep the tradesmen's entrance 'Honeymoon Fresh'. After all, one never knew when strangers might call round... She still blushed at the recollection of mother's face when she burst in on them just after William had ... oh it was too horrible! Never again, she'd vowed.

Andy said...

In the days before the Internet. schizophrenic hoarders had to physically go dig through other people's garbage instead of having ebay deliver it to their doorstep.

Anonymous said...

"Will I ever get it right?" sighed Mary Jane to herself. And so much to clean up afterwards! But Mary Jane was nothing if not determined, and "can't" just was not in her vocabulary. Next time, she swore, she'd apply the ice-pick exactly at the moment of her victim's orgasm.