Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry Share Next Entry
Next time I start my car...
...the radio's gonna go "NAWWW, WE'RE OUT OF BEAR CLAWS!"


  • 1
I said, "Well, in that case... in that case, what do you have?"

He says, "All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving crazed weasels."

I said, "OK, I'll take that."

So he hands me the box, and I open up the lid, and the weasels jump out
and they immediately latch onto my face and start bitin' me all over.

Oh, man, they were just goin' nuts! They were tearin' me apart! You
know, I think it was just about that time that a little ditty started
goin' through my head. I believe it went a little somethin' like this:

DOH! Get 'em off me! Get 'em off me! Ohhh! No, get 'em off, get 'em
off! Oh, oh God, oh God! Oh, get 'em off me! Oh, oh God! Ah,

So you ran out into the street with those flesh-eating weasels all of your face, wavin' your arms all over and just runnin' runnin' runnin' like a constipated weiner-dog?

Did you happen to run into the girl of your dreams, too? ;)

  • 1