Wednesday, September 14, 2005

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.


4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

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23:23  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Spam salesmen suck.
Gumbilicious!

00:12  
Blogger Meredith said...

Gumby is alive and well in California. Gumbo, however, was last heard from in New Orleans.

08:27  
Anonymous david said...

.. And is now a very moist gumbo.. Some would even say a soup.

17:29  

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