WPBundle on July 18, 2011 at 1:55 am
SnapBlog have you ever tried just turning off the TV, sitting down with your children, and hitting them? I was having the most wonderful dream. Except you were there, and you were there, and you were there! But I’ve never been to the moon! No, just a regular mistake.
Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? Calculon is gonna kill us and it’s all everybody else’s fault! And from now on you’re all named Bender Jr.
A little bit of H3
I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. If rubbin’ frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don’t wanna be right. Oh, how awful. Did he at least die painlessly? …To shreds, you say. Well, how is his wife holding up? …To shreds, you say. It’s toe-tappingly tragic! Shinier than yours, meatbag. I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness.
h4 How’s that for ya?
Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system! Well, Mercia’s a temperate zone! I don’t want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food trough water! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! Now leave before I am forced to taunt you a second time! You don’t frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, so-called Ah-thoor Keeng, you and all your silly English K-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-niggits! Well, I got better. He hasn’t got shit all over him
WPBundle on July 18, 2011 at 2:27 am
No! Don’t jump! Oh, I don’t have time for this. I have to go and buy a single piece of fruit with a coupon and then return it, making people wait behind me while I complain. Shut up and get to the point! I’ve been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope? Bender, this is Fry’s decision… and he made it wrong. So it’s time for us to interfere in his life. Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions?
Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. And until then, I can never die? Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? File not found. No argument here. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it?
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