Sing along fellas!
I just told you! You've killed me! Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? Oh Leela! You're the only person I could turn to; you're the only person who ever loved me.
I never loved you. I feel like I was mauled by Jesus. And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab? I’ve been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope? Leela, Bender, we’re going grave robbing. OK, if everyone’s finished being stupid.
These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I’ll rest easier not knowing where they are. And until then, I can never die? We’re rescuing ya. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? Michelle, I don’t regret this, but I both rue and lament it. Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon.
No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own! What are you hacking off? Is it my torso?! ‘It is!’ My precious torso! File not found. You know, I was God once. Hi, I’m a naughty nurse, and I really need someone to talk to. $9.95 a minute. You, a bobsleder!? That I’d like to see! Hello, little man. I will destroy you!
3 comments
Join the conversationlangan - October 23, 2014
Your blog is awesome!
proistak - October 24, 2014
While working as a school janitor, the father would come home each night and work on his side project. He spent over 7 years producing what is perhaps the most complicated, intricate maze you will ever see.
christos - October 24, 2014
You know, the one with all the well meaning rules that don’t work out in real life, uh, Christianity.