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.


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Blogger Meredith said...

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

Anonymous david said...

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


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