I’m sorry–what were we talking about?
around here. Nobody
I think it was heading towards something akin to:
Samson and Delilah, were reaping the fields of Canaan
Samson was raping Delilah in a field near Canaan
When they were set upon by four thousand Philistines
When they were shat upon by four thousand silly swines
So Samson slew them all with the jawbone of an ass
So Samson slew them all with the arse bone of a giraffe
youtube.com/watch?v=X49u_3FJ … re=related
moves like Salome
in mysterious ways
-ide lowlife hostelries
when forty hirsute
douchbags screamed, "Gerremoffyer!
[color=blue]I think we shared a Sunday school class somewhere along the way. 
"
“Yes?” responded Guierre
[i]Little Sin, are you forgetting that I am a cat. Felines don’t do Sunday School. Those words are from a Vic-K joke. The only joke he can remember.
As for Hillbilly Sunday School…it doesn’t bear thinking about. We have enough trouble in the world, caused by supposedly erudite/sophisticated Yanks, who believe an omnipotent omniscient deity speaks to them directly and informs their judgement. The last thing we need is a bunch of Smokey Mountain hillbilly miscreants, stomping around, believing they too are so empowered. Or have we already got them?!! 
[/i]
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“Yeeeeaaaahhhh!!!,” Chomsky concurred
[color=blue]Why, Fluff. Of course we do. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ObhvOeNCKhs
, thrusting his drink
Surely! The end must be nigh!! 
-ing partner, Condalisa
into the bordella’s
[i]In rebutting the ludicrous allegation levelled at me, by the mendacious mousehound, I state in all sincerity, that she’s a feckin lying bitch. I know more than one joke. The accusation is itself, risible.
I know two jokes in their entirety, and another two, whose punch lines I tend to mix up. But…once you’ve heard both jokes, the transposing of the inappropriate punch line for the appropriate one, upon the subsequent and inevitable retelling of them, doesn’t require a PhD in rocket science, or,‘Gravity’s Rainbow’.
So by my reckoning, that’s four jokes.[/i]
d’ Sade themed
You must be joking
blow up furniture
I never joke
with shackles and
[color=blue]You’re not forgetting about limericks are you?
Dr. Ruth joyfully
kicked the bucket
(limerickally, of course)
and, by the way, whachoo got against Gravity’s Rainbow? Funniest stuff I ever did read, Schitt & Shinola especially
, first name Mister
I commune with the hoi polloi, not from choice, nor to I embrace their zeitgeist. If forced to engage with them at their level, I’ll merely utter the words of the limericks, and let them make of those word what they will.
I don’t joke
Supposition is no substitute for reality, as has been proven innumerable times by A.Lien, “In space no one can hear you larrff.”, even with Schitt & Shinola 
.
Condi whipped Ruthy’s
potatoes until creamy
, Fluff-y 
and scrumptious