Good man. Nixon’s pro-war and pro-family. I found what I need. And it’s not friends, it’s things. Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court!
Interesting. No, wait, the other thing: tedious. I’ve got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I’m going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now ‘I” have to pay ”them’! You guys go on without me! I’m going to go… look for more stuff to steal!
Hi, I’m a naughty nurse, and I really need someone to talk to. $9.95 a minute. Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp. Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords.
Cruel though they may be… Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose.
Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems. How much did you make me? For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! Ow, my spirit! I saw you with those two “ladies of the evening” at Elzars.
Explain that. Maybe I love you so much I love you no matter who you are pretending to be.
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