And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab?
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mei 1, 2019 7:27 pm
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What’s with you kids? Every other day it’s food, food, food. Alright, I’ll get you some stupid food. Hey, what kinda party is this? There’s no booze and only one hooker. What’s with you kids? Every other day it’s food, food, food. Alright, I’ll get you some stupid food.
No, she’ll probably make me do it. So I really am important? How I feel when I’m drunk is correct? Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn’t I break his legs? Does anybody else feel jealous and aroused and worried?
Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating.
But existing is basically all I do! You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites? Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court! Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn’t I break his legs?
- Oh right. I forgot about the battle.
- We’re also Santa Claus!
- Your best is an idiot!
Would you censor the Venus de Venus just because you can see her spewers?
Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars. For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! Do a flip! But I’ve never been to the moon!
- Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal?
- Tell them I hate them.
Leela, Bender, we’re going grave robbing. Calculon is gonna kill us and it’s all everybody else’s fault! Just once I’d like to eat dinner with a celebrity who isn’t bound and gagged. I found what I need. And it’s not friends, it’s things.
Hey, you add a one and two zeros to that or we walk! Do a flip! OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. You don’t know how to do any of those.
Aww, it’s true. I’ve been hiding it for so long. I’ve got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I’m going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now ‘I” have to pay ”them’!
Fry, we have a crate to deliver. There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! Are you crazy? I can’t swallow that. I’ll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger.
Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. I’ll get my kit! Ven ve voke up, ve had zese wodies. It’s a T. It goes “tuh”.
I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. I videotape every customer that comes in here, so that I may blackmail them later. No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own! I haven’t felt much of anything since my guinea pig died.
Ask her how her day was. 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.
No argument here. Why did you bring us here? Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. And then the battle’s not so bad?
You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites? Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew. I barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him.
Actually, that’s still true. I don’t want to be rescued. Pansy. The alien mothership is in orbit here. If we can hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate. Your best is an idiot!
You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites? This is the worst kind of discrimination: the kind against me! I decline the title of Iron Cook and accept the lesser title of Zinc Saucier, which I just made up. Uhh… also, comes with double prize money.
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