Has that been declared to the relevant authorities?
What are that thing's dispersal capabilities?
That violates a whole buncha UN resolutions.
Isn't a long cane or shepherd's crook supposed to extend from stage right and yank you into the wings now?
At 1:12pm, Urinal Standard Time, I surrender.
Honest, this gas centrifuge is dual-use.
You wouldn't believe the crater it leaves behind. I think we can safely leave the M off of Mass.
You know, at first I thought the men's room / WMD connection had something to do with the menacing properties of the phallus. But then I realized it was about poop.
nobody has mentioned shock & awe. The collateral damage is much higher than they show on C-SPAN.
And then I realized it was the phallus all along.
Thanks, text. I aim to please. (Mineshaft, yadda yadda.)
From the smell in here, I'd guess that the eruption at the UN oil-for-food program has been massively underestimated!
You know, just saying "corruption" would have worked just as well, and the confusion would be less.
Please edit appropriately in your mind.
Colon Powell must be presenting his testimony in here.
His favourite mogul, his dream magnate, is, naturally, Rupert Murdoch. He whimpers with adoration about his first meeting in New York, where he is summoned to be sized up for the editorship of the News of the World:
Murdoch drifted in like a ghost, literally creeping up on us without any fanfare at all. I'd heard this was his deadliest weapon, his ability to just appear and scare the daylights out of you. It can be especially unnerving in the loo apparently. I mean, what the hell do you say standing next to the world's most powerful tycoon with your flies open?
All human life begins as feces.
This thread seems to have petered out prematurely.
No sense in drawing it out longer than necessary.
re: #24
"This water sure is cold isn't it?"
- or -
(turn to him midstream and say)
"Say, aren't you Rupert Murdoch?"