About 14 penguins walk into a bar, and ask for a job. The bartender says "we're only hiring priests" and then 13 of the penguins ventricles popped out and said "our collective belief system constitutes a solid priestness" and then the bartender looks at the one penguin left, and said "whats with this pengwuin?" and the ventricles sauced "he actually is a priest, but is trying to break into porn" and then the bartender asserts "thats great cuz we're also a forever 21 and keep a lot of art, as in dildos with shit tip smudges that look like abstract brush strokes and bowler hats, in containers and tanning beds" and then the ventricles co-tell, "i'm afraid our being here is causing a ripple effect ultimately causing a new language to be born out of our shed skin to make steroids for horse throats" and the bartender says "you're over 45 and this isn't a resume, its me looking at you, but we have a lot of perks- such as you can hate swimming pools with me and we have unlimited access to this tambourine thats attached to the lady I kidnapped and handcuffed to the radiator" and the penguins porchanced "the punchline to this joke" and there was great weather in the breast of the Norse prison. Then the one penguin left word-used "the bartender then spat a shot gun that said 'this senior chorus trip could use more pulling' and then you're no ground, but you're some nature" and then the bartender robbed himself and filled a bunch of basketballs with non used yearbook photos from Lipaul High School class of 1970. I misunderstood you when you said that was a disease, but for further readings, read while driving.
All lip on the bottom face: Dogged
Thanks for hanging out: twas suicide
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