Stupid drooling, and drooling evil.
“War Criminals at work and at rest.”
“Without his organ grinder calling the tune, the monkey is at a loss for what to do next.”
jabba the hut and that critter.
I can hear him thinking back there. He knows I’m the decider. He’s just jealous. I know he has his tongue out. Damn German!
Not a caption, but would it be too much work for the fuckingPresident of the United States to manage to refrain from pouting in public?! To steal your phrase, A, Jesus tits.
“Hang on George – it’s down here somewhere…”
Monkeyfister finally gets his wish, when Death allows a retroactive Soul Swap in exchange for a healthy, living Isaac Hayes.
George loses his friend, the Man With The Yellow Colostomy Bag.
Tweedledumb and Tweedledumber
HK: “Ah, it’s SO nice to be able to relax, without having to worry about being sent to The Hague…zzzzZZZ”
GWB: “Yeah, easy for you to say.”
Screwtape and Wormwood
That’s weird, Laura… for some reason I’m getting the strong feeling I should be illegally bombing Cambodia!
“I hope I won’t still be be in jail when I’m his age.”
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