WoW. Reading that makes ME hurt. Can’t imagine what it’s doing to you fellas....
Don’t worry Mr. Christian. This fruitcake will just keep cuttin’ off his penis until one time it will be too dried up to stitch back on, at $75,000 a pop!!
If we were on the open seas and he did that, we would use his penis as MudShark bait.
z woof,how do you know that, you been swimming with mudsharks naked?
Conceited thing! He thought it would scare them?
He actually had the strength to throw the thing after cutting it off? If so, it probably landed a foot in front of him, given that he was probably suffering a horrible loss of blood…
Nothing has ever replaced the mudshark in MY mythology!
If I did a weenie whack and threw it at somebody, it would be assault with a dead weapon. Get it? Dead weapon?
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I hope the taxpayers don’t have to pick up the tab for his, uh, surgery due to self-inflicted stupidity.
No way, Crawdaddy. The mighty jaguar shark could rip any mudshark a new one.
I think you may not have gotten the mudshark reference, Jester.
About a year ago, I read about a man in Europe who castrated himself due to his very high sex drive. Since when is that a bad thing? And why didn’t the idiot just take some Prozac instead?
Actually, I did. I was just being a moron.
So...I take it that you are a blind furtrapper???
Frank Zappa says:
L. Ron Hoover:
Welcome to the First Church of Appliantology! The WHITE ZONE is for loading and unloading only!
Don’t you be Tarot-fied
It’s just a token of my extreme
Don’t you be Tarot-fied
It’s just a token of my extreme
Don’t you never try to look behind my eyes
You don’t wanna know what they have seen
Don’t you never try to look behind my eyes
You don’t wanna know what they have seen
Joe:
Some people think
That if they go too far
They’ll never get back
To where the rest of them are
I might be crazy
But there’s one thing I know
You might be surprised
At what you find out when ya go!
Oh oh oh
Mystical Advisor
What is my problem, tell me
Can you see?
L. Ron Hoover:Well, you have nothing to fear, my son!
You are a Latent Appliance Fetishist,
It appears to me!
Joe:
That all seems very, very strange
I never craved a toaster
Or a color T.V.
L. Ron Hoover:
A Latent Appliance Fetishist
Is a person who refuses to admit to his or herself
That sexual gratification can only be acheived
Through the use of MACHINES . . .
Get the picture?
Joe:
Are you telling me
I should come out of the closet now
Mr. Ron?
L. Ron Hoover:
No, my son!
You must go into
THE CLOSET
Joe:
What?
L. Ron Hoover:
And you will have
Joe:
Eh?
L. Ron Hoover:
Hey!
A lot of fun!
That’s where they all live
So if you want an
Appliance to love you
You’ll have to go in there
‘N get you one
Joe:
Well . . . that seems simple enough . . .
L. Ron Hoover:
Yes, but if you want a really GOOD one,
You’ll have to learn a foreign language . . .
Joe:
German, for instance?
L. Ron Hoover:
That’s right . . .
A lot of really cute ones come from over there!
(Fifty
Kenny and Ronnie had a game out in the back…
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