Uh, that’s ice. Balls of ice, in fact—falling from the sky like Rocky Mountain oysters from miniature, castrated ice bulls.
Best go inside. Now. Because I certainly don’t want my tombstone to read, ”Here lies Jeff. Beaten into a bloody pulp by tiny bull balls made from ice.”
What would the dead neighbors think?
Developing…
Chalk it up to an increase of a third of a degree F.
I know I will.
tw: much84
Rocky Mountain Oysteroids?
What will the neighbors think…?
Yep, it’s Monday…
So, do you ice with your single malt?
Little….ice balls, so to speak.
– The hell with the Colorado Iced Bull balls. I’m having too much fun without a license watching all the Progressive talking heads try so desperately to derail Ruddy. The NYTrash is in full swing, and Mongloid Moore is serving up the expected “Du Bouf le propegandais” video hatchet job.
– They are really scarred shitless of him, and well they should be. More likely than not, all they’ll manage to do is gin up even more backlash support for him. Bon appitie’
I hate to be picky, but how do you get mountain oysters from castrated bulls?
– I think I saw once that they have these ;itt;e signs around the bulls neck that says “Non-prgressive”, before they harvest the oysters, and then after they’re shorn, and balless, the sign gets flipped over and says “Sec-Progs.. We support the troops if they’ve lost their nuts”
The gravestone outside the Haunted Mansion at Walt Disney World has it thus:
Here Lies Good Ol’ Fred
A Great Big Rock Fell On His Head
Which is probably quicker and less painful than my other favorite:
Dear Departed Cousin Dave
He Chased A Bear Into A Cave
Your hail just reached us, Jeff. Where should I mail it back to?
That, my friend is prolepsis. Or at least it’s highly prolepsisish. Either way, it’s my shiniest new word that I learneded all on my own this weekend.
Errm, do you always answer your own questions, Capt. Obvious?
I don’t know, are you always so obtuse, Captain Dumbass?
What would the dead neighbors think?
The HOA would not be pleased. I think a sternly written letter would be headed for your mailbox …
Who cares what they think. Have they had their site referenced in a web comic?
Hail? Isn’t that a symptom of GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING GLOBALWARMING
Everything is a symptom of global warming, Murel.
Series finale of “King of Queens”? I blame excess carbon emissions.
Dead Neighbors were too busy touring with Black Flag and the Meatmen and couldn’t be reached for comment.
Arnold Schwarzenegger was on hand however and was quoted saying…”Get your ass to Mars”.
Back in my day, we called it “weather”
The dead know only one thing: it it better to be alive. With pie.
Honey, do you know where the number for that insurance adjuster is?
It’s not “global warming” anymore – it’s “climate change” now. Avoids those little – can I say inconvenient facts that keep popping up around us.
All right, since no one else has the, er, balls to ask the question: Jeff, what would you like your tiny bull balls made of?
Fargin’ ice balls.
Blender malfunction?
“Golf balls! Golf balls the size of hail!”
–Flaming Carrot
Hmmmm.
@ Jeff
If you were killed by those ice balls then that would be proof positive that too many balls isn’t good for you.
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Which of course would be NEWS to Paris Hilton.
I swear, that armadillo is good for nothing.
With an attitude like that, it’s no wonder all the cowboys at Buckaroo’s make fun of you when the mechanical bull throws you out the front door and across the parking lot.