There was a protest at the White House yesterday involving crazed Lord of the Rings' fans.
They were protesting housing developments taking the place of rainforests in South America...Take a look.
You will not take our forests! The ents will prevail!
We will not be under the oppression of Saruman any longer!
When the crowd of four violent protesters started attacking the gates of the White House with their plastic swords and wands, officials became frightened.
Within five minutes, the riot guard had arrived. Three of the protestors are in the hospital, while the other escaped on his horse that he had brought to the event.
It was clear to him that I wasn't a hippie and we became friends. I found that he was named Oliver and he had lived out in the woods for 20 years looking out for hippies.
I hear there's a protest at the White House. Something about no abortion. This is hippie business...
You're pro abortion?
'Course I am. Look, I eat chicken eggs all the time. So how is a fetus any different then a chicken egg?
I'm not sure if comparing a fetus to a chicken egg is a valid way to argue pro abortion.
Anyways, I'm taking extra precautions. For all you know, that fetus could grow up to be a hippie.
Hello, I am a representative of Square-Enix, and have come to you on behalf of our new program: We Must Eradicate Our Loyal Fans. Would you answer a few questions please?
Sure...
Have you played many of Square-Enix's games?
Yeah, most of'em.
Have you liked the Final Fantasys previous to the tenth installment in the series?
Aliens from another galaxy stumble upon the ancient civilization of Earth. They use an old thesaurus, and use it as their guide through the forgotten English language...
I have debunked a superannuated operandi of conveyance.
Supereminent scutwork!
Citations manifested in the alcove contrapositive to the straphanger's sector elucidates that this rubric of transmission was baptized a car.
The bourgeois presumptively christened this idiot box, or gimmick thingamajig, as a jalopy.
You are emphatically sagacious on the meat of verbalization and lingua franca.
It is hypothetical that you could subsist conjointly...if you obstructed exploiting colloquialism and vernacular.
Ya know, you really embarrassed me back there. I didn't hear one word of encouragement or support from you during that entire speech.
I am an embarrassment to you? You called a member of the audience up on stage and used a metal detector to determine whether he was homosexual or not!
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In fact, you called it your "Faggot Detector" and started hitting the poor man with it, screaming that he should learn not to "fuck other guys up the ass."
No one will ever know the motives of a drunk man...