Lord Byron, sometimes known as Baby Byron, would more aptly be called Papa Byron, for there was no more revered and imposing personality of the Romantic period...
if his poetry lacked the emotional impact of a Keats or a Shelley, let me say this: in terms of influencing one's fellows and just sheer joie de vivre, Lord Byron was unrivalled.
Stardate 69696.9. to honor such a sexually explicit stardate, i decided to have sex with every person on the ship
having sworn an oath to it, disaster immediately struck. a ship dematerialized off the port side, and i was beamed aboard an enemy vessel full of the most hideous creatures i've ever seen
Senator, you're notorious for staging elaborate scandals just to screw with the media's naming of them. like the time you threw glass on the ground and released toddlers - Child Safety Gate
or the time you called an emergency press conference and we waited 4 hours before finding out you snuck out the side gate - Gate Gate, or Stutterer's Gate as it's now known. what shameful act is next?
sir, as i've been trying to tell the media for the past year, i've turned over a new leaf. having your first child will do that to you. my greatest desire is to simply put all that behind me
and concentrate on fisting that girl from Samantha Who with a red delicious
i'm embarrassed alright... embarrassed for YOU! i fucked a goat once. di-SGUSTING. the smell, the matted hair. i'm a little queasy thinking about it even now. still... ROCK HARD, whole time!
are you blaming ME for it?
have you ever smelled a goat's breath, Helen? like ass and mayonnaise.
look, i know i mixed everclear, redbull, and fanta. i know this is bullshit. you're a mailbox or toilet or something. as long as i wait you out and DON'T do what you say, i'll sober up and be fine
bullshit, huh? like the time your parents lied to you about your dog going to live happily on a farm?
yes, exactly. i just have to sober up and... what did you say? how do you know about that?!
i know because sometimes extraordinary things DO happen. i know because if you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be true. i know because your destiny awaits, Sue
Maura, i've got good news and bad news. bad news is your brother called and your Nana Cleo died. now, now. before you go getting all "emotional," remember there's good news too. i had her stuffed!
*sob*WHAT??
meanwhile, back at Nana's house...
SHE DIDN'T LOOK ANYTHING LIKE THIS!
i know. i had a little extra coin so i had her double stuffed
do you ever wonder if god's looking down on us? what he'd say if he talked to us?
sometimes... when i'm masturbating. i imagine him saying, "hey, nice cock." and i'll be, "Jesus!" and he's like, "what? i'm just admiring my workmanship. i made that cock, you know. i made all cocks.
"come over here and smack me around with it."
remember i need to see your lips to tell what you're saying
so i do, but i get a little carried away. he's black and blue with a fat lip, sobbing of course, and that's when shit starts getting CRAZY...
say, old bean. i invented a new turn of phrase today.
do tell!
say now in a future time, a physician's knife can turn chaps into ladies and ladies into chappies. then one might very well say, "once she has the surgery, he'll regret she ever did." see!
eGAD! it's like the future perfect tense but with fleshy bits and god's impotent rage!
you can almost see the poor fellow up there biting through his lower lip and shaking his clenched fist at us!
let's go graft extra buttocks onto our backsides and press him a hammy loaf!
and there's the starter's pistol! looks like France takes an early lead with Norway right behind! through the ladder rungs, over the dumpster, onto the helicopter skid... OH!
RIGHT into that recently washed window! Canada's out of it!
so France takes the Gold, Norway the Silver, and... Russia the Bronze! and with that we kick off the 43rd running of Jackie Chanukah! hard to believe it's been 43 years today!
seems just like yesterday we stripped Chanukah from those uncreative jews and turned it over to the hypercreative Japanese
who, let's face it, you could lock in a room with a Radio Shack calculator and a Casio watch and in 15 minutes you'd have a robot that could rape a small dog
Pete, man, i've been trying to find a way to tell you for awhile now. when you type in all caps like that people think you're shouting.
WHAT? YOU'RE SHITTING ME, RIGHT? THIS IS JUST THE WAY I TALK.
i know, i know. it's just that with you liking profanity and Caps Lock on, it makes you seem like you're angry. i'm sure you give a better impression in real life
Why do birds suddenly appear, everytime you are near.
oh, sorry. didn't see you standing there. i was just thinking about this fantastic rubbery shit i took this morning. i think it brought the toilet to life
she was already alive, sir. she my partner's lifetime wife. that's why i'm here. she pressing charges. i'm gonna need fecal sample
Sally, get the hell out here! i need hammer pants!
sir, first off we don't sell hammer pants. no one sells hammer pants anymore. the man himself uses them to dry his car. second, that sign's pronounced "Sale"
you have peeked zee wrong alley, leettle girl. before i drain your sveet, sveet blood, let me tell you about zee destroyer you had zee misfortune to meet tonight
for thouseends of years, rulers have quaked at my name. i've made mountains crumble and ceeties burn. i've changed zee course of history... with a seengle bite!
but i'm a virgin. even as a bat. eet's weird. and sometimes i wet 'um. are zee two related? i don't know. and zis one time i tried to steeck my deeck een my hot neighbor's dog.
i can still hear you when you're mumbling behind the cape, you know.
i'll just be going!
hey, don't feel bad. vampire virgins make up half my school.
hey there, Ben. say, isn't it funny how you're always reaching for something whenever i see you? what are you doing there, filing?
filing papers, yeah.
ooo, and look at that! what's that you're reaching fer there, Benny ma boy?
the paper towel dispenser.
now let's see. bland walls calling out for decoration? whatever might Big Ben be doing in here? hanging a picture perhaps? that even in your job description, Reachy Rich?
you! what do YOU want! haven't you done enough?? look at me! look at my life! YOU DID THIS!!
Nicky, my boy! got you a beer.
Ho Ho Ho! ...tastes a little funny...
look, i know there's nothing i can say but i'm going to try anyway because Step 8 is about apologizing to people you've... uh... well... SAY! does that suit constrain your arms AND have a butt flap??
HAHAHA! i'm reading this Agatha Christie book from the 1920's. listen to this:
"The old pussy took the seat next to me. The smell! Mothballs! She was dressed to dance in that modern style that always looks ridiculous on old pussies."
wonder what that means - "dressed to dance in that modern style"?
dude, i've got some bad news about your mom. we ran into each other at the mall and got to talking. then our hands accidentally touched. next thing you know we're checking into a hotel
christ! i don't want to hear this!
dude, relax. i'm doing that old trick where you tell someone the worst possible news so then the real news isn't as bad. the real news is that your mom was rushed to emergency and had a leg amputated
you know how we've all fantasized about killing someone?
no, can't say as i do. i mean, even the idea that such perverse thinking exists in this day and age makes me want to BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH THIS HAMMER
huh, so it looks like i've thrown all my golf clubs in the lake except for two irons
a 4 iron and an 8 iron. but i need a 6 iron. i guess i could use the 4 and try to ease off a bit, but i think i'll use the 8 and really whack the shit out of it
who'm i kidding, even the gallery knows i'm just going to pile drive the caddy again