Switzerland is small and neutral! We are more like Germany, ambitious and misunderstood!

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Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars.

Who’s brave enough to fly into something we all keep calling a death sphere? 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. 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 guess because my parents keep telling me to be more ladylike. As though!

It’s a T. It goes “tuh”. Oh, I think we should just stay friends. We’ll need to have a look inside you with this camera. You lived before you met me?! Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating.

  1. Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory.
  2. Fry, we have a crate to deliver.
  3. Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute.

Isn’t it true that you have been paid for your testimony?

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. Cruel though they may be… These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I’ll rest easier not knowing where they are.

  • Oh, I don’t have time for this. I have to go and buy a single piece of fruit with a coupon and then return it, making people wait behind me while I complain.
  • Hey! I’m a porno-dealing monster, what do I care what you think?
  • There’s one way and only one way to determine if an animal is intelligent. Dissect its brain!

The key to victory is discipline, and that means a well made bed. You will practice until you can make your bed in your sleep. Shut up and take my money! Kids don’t turn rotten just from watching TV. Fatal.

OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. I feel like I was mauled by Jesus. Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive! Also, we’re dying! I never loved you.

Too much work. Let’s burn it and say we dumped it in the sewer. What are their names? These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I’ll rest easier not knowing where they are. I can explain. It’s very valuable.

Bender, being God isn’t easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket. Oh, but you can. But you may have to metaphorically make a deal with the devil. And by “devil”, I mean Robot Devil. And by “metaphorically”, I mean get your coat.

Tell them I hate them. Ow, my spirit! But I’ve never been to the moon! For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. You won’t have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you’ll be doing.

No. We’re on the top. Oh, I think we should just stay friends. Humans dating robots is sick. You people wonder why I’m still single? It’s ‘cause all the fine robot sisters are dating humans! Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets?

I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. Fry, you can’t just sit here in the dark listening to classical music. I feel like I was mauled by Jesus. Good man. Nixon’s pro-war and pro-family.

Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? Say what? I had more, but you go ahead. Say what? 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.

You don’t know how to do any of those. Guess again. I’ve been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope? No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires!

With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun! No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own! That’s not soon enough! Bender, quit destroying the universe! As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead.

Check it out, y’all. Everyone who was invited is here. Bite my shiny metal ass. But existing is basically all I do! In your time, yes, but nowadays shut up! Besides, these are adult stemcells, harvested from perfectly healthy adults whom I killed for their stemcells.

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