October 2010
260 posts
Pugsley, the baby weighs ten pounds, the cannonball weighs twenty pounds. Which will hit the stone walkway first?
You know, I’ve always wanted a child. And now I think I’ll have one… on toast!
Today as you can see we’re having class in the gym. It’s important to keep a trim figure through exercise, starving yourself, and later: plastic surgery. OK, why don’t you all uh.. wander around without any supervision and acquaint yourselves with some of this dangerous equipment.
Is that how they say ‘hi’ in Whoreville?
Juvenile delinquents are everywhere. Right here in this community. Boys with long hair and tattoos who spit on the sidewalk. Girls who wear tight slacks. Hysterectomy pants, I call them.
All he wanted, just this once, was to eat at the table. But she had a hankerin’ to howl! Shih Tzu? I hardly know you! Next, on Sick, Sad World.
