I don't care how reformed the guy says he is, Bruce; Whatever he brings out of that kitchen, I wouldn't eat it.
You know what always makes for a good time? Monkeys.
Especially monkeys that use projectile weaponry. You can't possibly get tired of seeing that.
Hey! It's a weird thing!:
Now, in 1960, what the heck kind of photo am I going to have with an image so small that I can shove it onto a ring?
Say, Adam, what's that on your ring?
Why, it's a photo of my woman!
Um.... it looks like an eyebrow.
That's all I could fit on the ring.
Good times.... good times.
See you tomorrow!
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Adam, you are a sad, suspicious man, and I pity you for your inability to trust people.
Now, I was... ERK!! *Keels over dead from eating a poisoned hamburger.*
its not as if he was arrested for being a cannibal,...or is it?
On further reflection, I think I missed something important in this post, what with my poisoning and all. To wit: that arrow-shooting monkey rocks my world!
TWANG!
TWANG!
ZIP!
Wheee! Sound effects!
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