Were Ted Kennedy a Swingline stapler instead of a beefy, patrician, hydrocephalic Massachusetts Senator, the waitresses at the Chinatown Hooters would be sporting perky pink asscheeks stuck through with staples instead of perky pink asscheeks coated with hot sauce smears shaped like the Senator’s greasy, saliva-soaked fingerprints.
There is no Georgetwon Hooters. There is one in Chinatown, however.
Well, Ted is never going to be a stapler, either, but have it your way.
Thanks.
Very true. For instance, a stapler couldn’t find Vietnam on a map, and certainly doesn’t know how to swim.
Chowdah!
Has anyone noticed the staple marks all over Kerry’s map of Cambodia? They’re about the size of a Model 545 Swingline.
On my way to Hooters now to compare them with the holes in the uniforms. I’m taking my micrometer and camera and I plan to be thorough…
Which (as the Hooters girls from Hyannisport will tell you), smeared on your ass, is much less painful than staples. The chowder, I mean, not Vietnam.
Damn! And I just got my butt cheeks unclenched after that Kerry’s finger post, too.
And you may have ruined Office Space for me now, too. Better go watch to find out.
I have never even envisioned a stapler that large…
Wouldn’t a stapler rust if it were soaked in Bombay Sapphire?