Wee, sleekit, cowrin, timrus.. Gumby.
It being a sunny day and all, Gumby walked out of the back door and slowly approached the sledgehammer.
"What's up, my bitches?"
In the distance, porno music could be heard..
.. Maybe a little smooth jazz..
"Made it, bitches."
(accompanied by a Wagnerian, triumphant classical movement.)
"Damn. May as well hammer down this fucking shed."
"Let's see Pokey take down a barn." Slightly smiling, he continued, "Horse Bitch."
"Mr. DeMille?," queried Gumby. "Close-up? Now?"
"Down, Bitch!"
Pour yourself a beer, Gumby. You've earned it.......
.... Unlike the lawn people.
"What's up, my bitches?"
In the distance, porno music could be heard..
.. Maybe a little smooth jazz..
"Made it, bitches."
(accompanied by a Wagnerian, triumphant classical movement.)
"Damn. May as well hammer down this fucking shed."
"Let's see Pokey take down a barn." Slightly smiling, he continued, "Horse Bitch."
"Mr. DeMille?," queried Gumby. "Close-up? Now?"
"Down, Bitch!"
Pour yourself a beer, Gumby. You've earned it.......
.... Unlike the lawn people.
posted by David at 9:58 PM
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Spam salesmen suck.
Gumbilicious!
Gumby is alive and well in California. Gumbo, however, was last heard from in New Orleans.
.. And is now a very moist gumbo.. Some would even say a soup.
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