I get my sense of humor from TV...TV HUH???? I'll give you TV. I'll have you know that I hardly watch TV anymore. And further more I announced that Sugar In A Can was from a TV show, never once did I say it was mine, an original that I sat up all night thinking of. You colossal pinhead! If I get all my "funnyness" as it were, from the moron cube...then I must have ordered these gems from the "Home Shopping Sense of Humor Network":
Silly Lilly...
Okey Dokey Smokey lets do the hokey pokey...
It's a pony, it's a pony pony, it's a pony, a pony pony weekend...
Flying the car...
Waving extatically at people I don't know...
Dredlocks...
Sailor hats...
Combat boots and American flag socks, and Beans and Weenies shirts...
Bowling shirts...
Putting my hair in front of my face with a pair of sunglasses and a hat in the car...
Ham on the hood of a car...
The Komodo Dragon...
I could go on for days Emz. And for one thing, I got my name from the movie Singin' in the Rain, something YOU WATCH TOO! I do not sit around watching MTV...Moron Television ( I watch alot of TV...I watch alot of TV?????), I am NOT obsessed with every MALE I see or talk to...and so on and so on.
As far as I'm concerned, butterflies are the insect of the devil. I am going to get a pair of boxer shorts that have a picture of a spider EATING a butterfly! SO THERE!
And the way I see it, if you're going to get a dog...GET THE WHOLE DOG!
Wrecks is a dog. Sam is a fraction of a dog.
And it's not "you dig" as you so moronically put, it's "ya' dig". Even so, it would be used correctly if you said "Can ya' dig it kat?" Which you didn't so you are unmistakenly WRONG! So there.
Not to mention I have a better musical taste.
Everything from Benny Goodman, and Glenn Miller to the Fabulous Poodles and Johnny Sportscoat and the Casuals. Or what about Spike Jones? Or the B-52's. As opposed to that awful dreck today's youth calls "music" these days. Hip hop, really, that's just insanity.
Lastly, ...hold on...lemme' just finish this steak...oh wait, the hotdogs are burning...dang it, the burgers have got to be flipped. HEY! Who left the roast beef in the oven?
(Omnivor humor)
That is all I have to say. So there. I win, end of story. Case closed, goodbye.
Knock knock...
(Who's there)
Tom
(Tom Who?)
Tom ta' go, ain't no mo', no use knockin' at my do'. Can ya' dig it? |