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Skiing tricks and how to do

The Birdbot of Ice-Catraz

As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. 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… Yes! In your face, Gandhi! Well, let’s just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it. The key to victory is discipline, and that means a well made bed. You will practice until you can make your bed in your sleep.

Anthology of Interest I

Aww, it’s true. I’ve been hiding it for so long. Good news, everyone! I’ve taught the toaster to feel love! How much did you make me? So I really am important? How I feel when I’m drunk is correct? I had more, but you go ahead. Now what?

  • And I’d do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it.
  • We can’t compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral!
  • We can’t compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral!

The Farnsworth Parabox

Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. Bite my shiny metal ass. Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar. Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. It must be wonderful.

Amazon Women in the Mood

And I’d do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it. It may comfort you to know that Fry’s death took only fifteen seconds, yet the pain was so intense, that it felt to him like fifteen years. And it goes without saying, it caused him to empty his bowels. Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive! Also, we’re dying!

  1. Now what?
  2. Bender?! You stole the atom.
Kif Gets Knocked Up A Notch

Check it out, y’all. Everyone who was invited is here. That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”? Leela’s gonna kill me. That could be ‘my’ beautiful soul sitting naked on a couch. If I could just learn to play this stupid thing. There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors!

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