Check your triangle carport...I parked it there for you. Sorry I couldn't find no cows to fill it back up.Originally posted by Alienbob:
Guess ill just have to rent one

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Check your triangle carport...I parked it there for you. Sorry I couldn't find no cows to fill it back up.Originally posted by Alienbob:
Guess ill just have to rent one
No we haven't change any..Originally posted by Minerva:
Weasel:
About 150 years ago, America sent battle ships to Japan, and targeted guns to Tokyo (called Edo at the time) shouting, "Open up, or else!!!"
Japanese government then was sooo terrified to see those big guys with big nose and loud voice, so decided to end Japanese ports to foreign countries.
Now, after reading your America 100 years ago, I just thought you Americans haven't change much since![]()
Except the number of murders, of course![]()
Originally posted by Testy66:
“JERRY…JERRY…JERRY…JERRY…” chanted the audience, caught in a frenzy of voyeuristic delight. I sat glued to the television screen, my face frozen in a grimace of horrified fascination.
A group of transvestite dwarves bitch-slapped one another on stage in an orgy of homoerotic pugilism. “Go Jerry,” screamed a pregnant young woman of dubious parentage, her eyes bright with demented glee. Jerry stepped through the audience shaking his head in a hypocritical pantomime of moral superiority. Like a vulture he stalked through the audience, feeding off their sadistic pleasure the same way a scavenger might pick at decaying corpses. A band of burly goons had finally managed to restrain all but the feistiest dwarves.
Suddenly, one of the midgets broke free. Sprinting towards the nearest Neanderthal-cum-security guard, he sank his tiny little teeth into the goon’s thigh. Disproportionately tiny arms and legs flailing in the air, he was finally forcibly removed by the goon-squad, amidst frenzied cries ranging from the bewilderingly inappropriate “You go, girl!” to the ever-present “JERRY…JERRY…JERRY…”
The remaining dwarves sat docilely, their meagre reserves of testosterone spent in that one brief, furious moment. Enthusiastic hoots and whoops from the audience seemed oddly out of place. I sat, bound in a trance of morbid curiosity, feeling as though I was witnessing a particularly gruesome automobile accident. A young man in his early twenties, who according to the obscenity shaved on the back of his head regularly indulged in intercourse with his mother, stood up and was given the chance to address the studio audience.
Whatever inane and asinine moral judgement he was about to pass was lost in a fresh gale of cliched ghetto slogans that was triggered by the bizarre antics of a dwarf, who it seemed was a firm believer in the idea that the human body is a work of art. So much so, in fact, that the aforementioned aesthete had decided to stage an impromptu exhibition all of his own. Barely able to tear myself away I flicked off the remote control.
So what, may you well ask, is the moral of this story?
Quite simply this. Jerry Springer is the Anti-Christ. His show and its overwhelming popularity are proof that the human race is doomed. I do not make these statements lightly. Anybody who has watched this show for any length of time will see that it is the modern day equivalent of the freak-show. Gather round, boys and girls! Every perversity, every distortion of human nature is on display for all to see.
What’s that sound? Can you hear it? Listen closely… it is the sound of the collapse of Western civilisation…
“…JERRY…JERRY…JERRY…JERRY…”