Friday, April 1, 2011

this is a new post

Let's make it real simple. This is a new post and we like them short.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Belligerent and numerous.

Shut up and take my money! It's toe-tappingly tragic! Alright, let's mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew. Ok, we'll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we'll go ride the bumper cars. OK, if everyone's finished being stupid.

It's okay, Bender. I like cooking too. Look, last night was a mistake. Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers. This is the worst part. The calm before the battle.

Kif might! Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! Professor, make a woman out of me. The alien mothership is in orbit here. If we can hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate. I'm Santa Claus!

Fry, we have a crate to deliver. Noooooo! Okay, it's 500 dollars, you have no choice of carrier, the battery can't hold the charge and the reception isn't very… Shinier than yours, meatbag.

There's no part of that sentence I didn't like! Say it in Russian! It must be wonderful. Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! Bender?! You stole the atom. Yeah. Give a little credit to our public schools.

Tell them I hate them. Man, I'm sore all over. I feel like I just went ten rounds with mighty Thor. I just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Fry, that doesn't make sense. You're going to do his laundry? Morbo can't understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that's shaped like a man wearing a hat. Goodbye, friends. I never thought I'd die like this. But I always really hoped.

Okay, I like a challenge. Well, then good news! It's a suppository. You mean while I'm sleeping in it? Who are you, my warranty?!

You lived before you met me?! I'm a thing. Anyone who laughs is a communist! Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Why yes! Thanks for noticing.

No argument here. Ummm…to eBay? Yes! In your face, Gandhi! How much did you make me? Oh Leela! You're the only person I could turn to; you're the only person who ever loved me. It's just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you?