Words of Wisdom from the AH Patriarch

[Rumple Foreskin]

(Ahem: Rumple, you don't think I made the serial masturbators feel bad by lumping them in with the perverts and the Canadians, do you?)

Shereads

To tell you the truth, I'm still trying to figure out how a bowl of Wheaties whacks off.

But to answer you question, NO. They should look forward to being jumped in (or on) by a bunch of free-thinking geese. Those limp-winged Canadians aren't called "Big Honkers" for nothing. Way I see it, it'll give 'em more to fantasize about.

Rumple Foreskin

 

[shereads]

To tell you the truth, I'm still trying to figure out how a bowl of Wheaties whacks off.

Okay, then. Something else to keep me awake all night while I try to figure out what I missed...

Say goodnight, Gracie.

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

Okay, then. Something else to keep me awake all night while I try to figure out what I missed...

Say goodnight, Gracie.

Goodnight, Gracie.

(you think maybe they have these fantasies about Cheerios?)

Rumple Foreskin

 

[shereads]

(you think maybe they have these fantasies about Cheerios?)

Pervert.

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

Pervert.

Not me. I'm a shredded wheat man all the way. But I have heard stories about Grape-Nuts.

Rumple Foreskin

 

[rgraham666]

Canadians?! Hmph.

I'll do something nice for you, shereads.

When the time is ripe.

 

[shereads]

Canadians?! Hmph.

I'll do something nice for you, shereads.

When the time is ripe.

Time is an illusion. Ripeness can be tricky to detect even by squeezing. But no matter; you do something nice for me every time you post here.

The wired igloo: a miracle of Canadian progress.



P.S. If you could do something to hurry along my immigration request, I could direct my insults at Texas where they belong.

 

[rgraham666]

Time is an illusion. Ripeness can be tricky to detect even by squeezing. But no matter; you do something nice for me every time you post here.

The wired igloo: a miracle of Canadian progress.



P.S. If you could do something to hurry along my immigration request, I could direct my insults at Texas where they belong.

Why thank yew.

I can think of only two things to speed you along.

One, join the Army and desert, saying you won;t be used to fight a war of imperialism. We'll consider you as a political refugee.

Two, marry a Canadian. But you're already spoken for as I recall.

We had an Immigration Minister who could be bought cheap, but she got caught, so no help there.

 

[shereads]

One, join the Army and desert, saying you won;t be used to fight a war of imperialism. We'll consider you as a political refugee.

Two, marry a Canadian. But you're already spoken for as I recall.

Option One seems like an awful lot of trouble.

Two: I'm not sure "spoken for" is the right term, or that marriage would represent a conflict of interest. It's not like I'd have to put out or anything, right? At least until the Spring Thaw.

 

[minsue]

If you're going to wear your heart on your sleeve, stop offering people the shirt off your back.