And from now on you’re all named Bender Jr.

Gepubliceerd door

mei 1, 2019 7:40 pm
Laat uw gedicht achter

Yeah. Give a little credit to our public schools. Morbo can’t understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that’s shaped like a man wearing a hat. Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal?

Ummm…to eBay? Does anybody else feel jealous and aroused and worried? I videotape every customer that comes in here, so that I may blackmail them later. Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp. Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords.

I videotape every customer that comes in here, so that I may blackmail them later.

It must be wonderful. If rubbin’ frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don’t wanna be right. Man, I’m sore all over. I feel like I just went ten rounds with mighty Thor. Pansy.

  1. Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money!
  2. Yes! In your face, Gandhi!
  3. With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun!

You can see how I lived before I met you.

You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Do a flip! These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I’ll rest easier not knowing where they are. It doesn’t look so shiny to me.

  • You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites?
  • Your best is an idiot!
  • And so we say goodbye to our beloved pet, Nibbler, who’s gone to a place where I, too, hope one day to go. The toilet.

Take me to your leader! Throw her in the brig. Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. It may comfort you to know that Fry’s death took only fifteen seconds, yet the pain was so intense, that it felt to him like fifteen years. And it goes without saying, it caused him to empty his bowels.

I had more, but you go ahead. Who are those horrible orange men? Moving along… It’s toe-tappingly tragic! We’re also Santa Claus!

Yes, if you make it look like an electrical fire. When you do things right, people won’t be sure you’ve done anything at all. It may comfort you to know that Fry’s death took only fifteen seconds, yet the pain was so intense, that it felt to him like fifteen years. And it goes without saying, it caused him to empty his bowels.

We’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go home. And until then, I can never die? For the last time, I don’t like lilacs! Your ‘first’ wife was the one who liked lilacs! Interesting. No, wait, the other thing: tedious.

Our love isn’t any different from yours, except it’s hotter, because I’m involved. Kids don’t turn rotten just from watching TV. Ah, the ‘Breakfast Club’ soundtrack! I can’t wait til I’m old enough to feel ways about stuff!

Good news, everyone! There’s a report on TV with some very bad news! I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. Hello Morbo, how’s the family? You are the last hope of the universe.

We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised. Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe!

Now what? Man, I’m sore all over. I feel like I just went ten rounds with mighty Thor. Oh yeah, good luck with that. Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar.

There’s no part of that sentence I didn’t like! Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn’t rock. Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions?

Stop it, stop it. It’s fine. I will ‘destroy’ you! Ooh, name it after me! Humans dating robots is sick. You people wonder why I’m still single? It’s ‘cause all the fine robot sisters are dating humans!

I suppose I could part with ‘one’ and still be feared… She also liked to shut up! Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn’t I break his legs? I just told you! You’ve killed me!

Gecategoriseerd in :

Dit bericht is geschreven door reind

Geef een reactie

Het e-mailadres wordt niet gepubliceerd. Vereiste velden zijn gemarkeerd met *


*

*