Look at this yard, crap everywhere. Jessica, I need to talk to you.
Yes Dan, what can I do for you.
We had it with him running wild, crapping and pissing all over the place, chewing up things, scaring the neighborhood kids, and humping everybody's leg.
Sorry about that, he must have gotten loose again.
Whatever, just keep Spankling on a leash and in your yard.
Thank you for calling the Spankling's Secret. How may I help you?
Yes, I ordered from your catalog the inflatable boyfriend and I'm having some problems.
I see. Are you having difficulty inflating it... trouble inserting the batteries... or is problem that the item does not look life-like enough for you?
No it's not that. In fact, I think it looks very life-like. My question is...
The shop is a veritable fortress. Fortunately I'm the world greatest criminal mastermind. I have a brilliant plan that can not fail.
Redundant, you'll go in first and neutralize any threats from the shopkeeper and the customers.
Perjury, I happen to the shop has a huge safe made of nearly impenetrable material. So I need you to make a powerful exposive. And Apathy... you do what you do best.
Right, I'll rapidly rush in and pull my gun. I'll wave my pistol around to scare and intimidate the customers as they stare at the weapon I'm wielding.
Don't worry, I'm a regular McGyver. I can make a bomb using an old bicycle pump, instant cocoa, and a package of pipe cleaners.
Wait a second, if the safe is so tough, won't we need a big bomb... like Ishtar... or Heaven's Gate?
LadyJ, what a suprise. You hardly ever attend these functions.
I've been busy. I got tired of watching people do the same stupid things, so I became a motivational speaker. Now I tell people what to do at $150 a pop.
That's great. Did you know that attitudechicka is now a housewife with 5 kids, Gabe runs his own software firm, and Spankling does children's TV in Germany?
Sounds likes everybody has undergone some changes.
[Islamabad, 1991] Gentlemen, you are the select members of the Islamic Revolutionary Taskforce. Today we send you to America to do Allah's work.
Today's the big day.
You will join their society and wait for the order to strike. Now for your job assignments. Allaf and Fahad you will become engineers. Said will be a airline pilot.
I wonder what I'll be. Maybe a doctor... or a lawyer.
You've made me the happiest man in the world. I'll set up the wedding for tomorrow afternoon at the mosque.
Well my luck has certainly changed. I just made day shift supervisor at work. And by tomorrow night I'll be having hot sweaty trantic sex with my new bride. Allah must be smiling on me.
I'm thinking of starting a web page... maybe a discussion forum.
How about something artistic. I need some place to post the unflattering portraits I drew of my friends.
Make it a news page with hard hitting stories on current events and social commentary.
No! Let's do a humor page... with lots of puns!
You fools! Don't you realize that we can use our combined talents to create a vibrant community, for the refinement of our nobler nature and to serve as a beacon of good taste and civility.
Whatever, as long as it has plenty of donkeys and sodomy.