No, son. You aren’t tired. The gene that uses you as a giant robot to fulfill its survival imperative wants you to lay your ass down so that it can get some rest.
The selfish prick.*
No, son. You aren’t tired. The gene that uses you as a giant robot to fulfill its survival imperative wants you to lay your ass down so that it can get some rest.
The selfish prick.*
Are we talking “Match Game” host Gene Rayburn or NFL Hall of Famer and head of the NFLPA Gene Upshaw here?
And how could Satch be a giant robot to either?
Unless the kid has REALLY grown…
We’re talking about Y, the selfish prick gene.
I remember when Brendan was born. People gathered around to say he’s got Mary’s nose, Dan’s eyebrows, etc. Mostly he looked like Mary. It was irrefutable, though, that he had my penis. Poor little guy.
They lied. They all look the same when they’re born. If they didn’t, there’d be no need for those wrist bands…
Off topic warning.
If you go to http://www.charlesinspace.com/ you can ask that dude who wrote MS Word who is now up in space a question and he promises to try to respond from outerspace, I think from outerspace anyway.
I sent in this gem.
Carter
Miami, Florida USA
So you’re up in space, hanging out with Martha Stewart and you’ve got your very own blog. Awesome dude! Post to us at proteinwisdom.com if you want to fuck and tell. Details, man, details, but not about space monkey stuff, we want to know about Martha Stewart’s snapper. Proteinwisdom.com – give us all a good whiff of your finger and, seeing as you can blow $25-mill on a rocket ride, hit Jeff’s tip jar, Spunknick.
How about a nice cigar, instead?
“It was irrefutable, though, that he had my penis. Poor little guy.”
But thats OK.
SGT Ted, that cracked me up. Thanks.
Because sooner or later, God runs out of blow and crashes. Hard.
Jim in KC—And thus, the playtpus and Libertarians…
…the appendix.