As you can see, I have this thing on my head. And thus far have not been able to figure out what I should do with it...
So, you've found a women?
Well, I was going to propose that I stick it in each of your eyes till you have a normal number...but upon further considering, have decided that you may be on to something.
Billy-Bob the Bird wanders through the jungle outside a scientific research complex
What in the fuck am I? Where in the hell do things like me come from? What the fuck in this purplish/mauve thing on my deformed bill?
Billy-Bob: Still wandering
And look at this shade of blue! And why are my eyes so fucking big? Is God blind!? Or is this how he gets off after years, alone, as the supreme ruler of a bunch of idiotic mtv whores?
Can I help you little birdie?
No, I think you've answered all my questions. *whispers* "you pap smear..."
If I ever see you messing around with that dishwasher again I'll chop em off!
Good thing I hid the tin-snips...
I just handed your wife the arc-wielder I had borrwed last week to fix the dryer with all the special "adaptions" you requested. She seemed a bit upset about the self lubricating spin cycle though...
All the while, Bush looks down from his office, scribbling fiercly in doodles the picture of the girl who will make a fine new intern as soon as she graduates from the short bus...
She said I was special, but that's obvious!
That's great! My Mommy says the short bus has air conditioning!
Hmm, the letter C. Doesn't the word catatonic start with the letter C?
Yes, Catatonic does start with the letter C. Yay.
Oh no! You know what that means don't you!?
It is an abnormal condition variously characterized by stupor, stereotypy, mania, and either rigidity or extreme flexibility of the limbs! It is most often associated with schizophrenia!
It means that after I win the annual dork in a garbage can downhill race for the 10th consecuative year, I will lash out killing all my oppressors...and then you cause I hate your gimpy hand.
Clouds are so psychological. Look at them, those little fluffly layers of metaphores just waiting for young lovers to lay on their backs and make them into phallic shapes.
We like being phallic shapes.
But look at me. I am flying in these clouds. I am flying in a mystical phallical land dreamed by those on the ground. Those unfortunate ones who cannot actually straddle their dreams.
Mount me please.
But how I got to be in this palace of erected coloums of clouds is a long story, which begins with me on a hill by myself.
Who wants to look at damn tall buildings anyway. I can relax and play with myself more peacefully here.
Please please let him lay on another patch of grass. Please God!
This patch of grass here looks wonderful. I think this will make the perfect cloud watching spot!
I hate you God
Ohhhh that's the stuff. Oh yeah, form like that clouds. Ohh, you know I like it when you flash your cumulonimbii.
What in the fuck are you doing son! You put that thing away right now and get your ass out of here! I'd give you a ticket, but I ain't touching those hands!
Damn, those fat cops don't understand the needs of real people. All they can think of are those damn donuts.
Why do you think they are so fond of donuts anyway little bear? Couldn't be the hole in the middle could it?
What? Who? Who is that talking?
This is the water speaking to you. And we know of your perverted little ways. We know you'd love to get off to those little whispy clouds on the horizon.
Oh at last! Someone...thing...that understands!
Understand this you little prick. You even think about whipping out your twiddly wink and we'll drown your ass on the spot. Don't even think about making a "wet" joke.