…it’s the old Vienna sausages nightmare trick..
…the evil organization, Hyper-Bole…
…(the far right arm of the current popular cult)…
…uses subliminal messages during morning inoculations…
…the pretty girl showing too much leg…
…says to the court jester…
…Jack be nimble…
…Jack jump over the candle stick…
…but the alternative message is…
…Frog Applause is lame…
…eat at Joe’s…
…well…
… any acolyte will tell you …
…it’s not what is said…
…it’s how you interpret it..
…and if that is with a mouthful of fat sausage…
…figuratively…
…of course…
…the cult says that you can only blame yourself for the recurring overweight miniature dog nightmare…
…for once you’re eating Vienna sausages…
…it’s too late to complain…
…for what did you expect?…
…a rubber biscuit?…
…say it…
…don’t spray it…
…suddenly…
..humour emerged…
…sometimes I just want to shout: …
… HEY HEY HEY HEY! …
… no pain…
…no gain…
…it’s a bird…
…it’s a plane…
…it’s the Green Horny…
…today’s safe word is…
…Ouch! Dam that hurts…
…gargle with Listerine twice a day…
…but don’t put the bananas in the fridge…
…Tarzan something something something…
…my wife recorded me cussing after I accidentally hit my thumb with a hammer…
…she put it to thrash music…
…now we have the #1 hit in Froglandia…
…the Frog Applause Hop…
…surprise, surprise, surprise…
…that’s not my rectal thermometer, either…
…“I’m picking out a Thermos for you…
…And maybe a barometer too…
…And what else can I buy…
…so on me you will rely…
…a rectal thermometer, too”…
…well, it’s not quite as accurate as fahrenheit…
…but I’ll Bill you now…
…and you can bill be later…
…but it’s so woke to put it to the man…
…Here yea…
…here yea…
…rum: 80 proof…
…tequila: 100 proof…
…vodka: 180 proof…
…whiskey:120 proof…
…the proof is in the tasting…
…Froglandia Bubble Cream: 192 proof…
…read all about it…there is proof that sharks are safer than batteries…
…you never hear of Squire Boone…
…though he participated in most of his brother’s exploits…
…probably because of the fact …
…while Daniel wore a coon-skin cap…
…Squire wore a harepiece…
…Simon Kenton was every bit the frontiersman as either…
…but got none of the glory…
…ie…
…while protecting Boonesboro from the injuns…
…Dan got shot in the leg …
…Sam was carrying him…
…trying to get back into the fort…
…but between the gate & them were two warriors with tomahawks…
… unperturbed, Samuel ran with Daniel in his arms towards them…
…lift him up and threw him at the two startled opponents…
…knocking them both down…
…Samuel grabbed one of the tomahawks…
…dispatched of both of his enemies…
…and drug/dragged Daniel Boone inside the fort…
…where Squire closed and secured the doors…
…"We never would had made it without ya…
…exclaimed Samuel Kenton…
…Thank ya, Squire…
…I thought your avatar was a donut?…
…when I worked in the tree business…
…my foreman would constantly steal one of my cream filled donuts every morning. …
…one day I bought the same style of donut but the kind without cream and stuck grease from the grease gun in it…
…the next day I was no longer on his crew…
…just a little squirt between your cheeks & gums…
…at least that’s what I herd…
…it’s the old Vienna sausages nightmare trick..
…the evil organization, Hyper-Bole…
…(the far right arm of the current popular cult)…
…uses subliminal messages during morning inoculations…
…the pretty girl showing too much leg…
…says to the court jester…
…Jack be nimble…
…Jack jump over the candle stick…
…but the alternative message is…
…Frog Applause is lame…
…eat at Joe’s…
…well…
… any acolyte will tell you …
…it’s not what is said…
…it’s how you interpret it..
…and if that is with a mouthful of fat sausage…
…figuratively…
…of course…
…the cult says that you can only blame yourself for the recurring overweight miniature dog nightmare…
…for once you’re eating Vienna sausages…
…it’s too late to complain…
…for what did you expect?…
…a rubber biscuit?…