In the immortal words of Monty Python, it would seem he's "feeling much better."
Let's bang our heads in approval, shall we?
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
He Is Blessed
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About Me, Not You
- The Chief
- I was christened Wannahockaloogy by our tribal leader. He was a bitter old man with throat cancer who believed that, to truly hock a loogie, one must not retrieve the phlegm from the throat, but from the soul. His weakened, delirious state made it easy for me to overthrow him and seize control. Now, I am the chief and I have internet access. Beware, delirious smoking populace. Beware.
4 comments:
the pope swallows?
Sure he swallows. Again, in the words of Monty Python - Every Sperm is Sacred.
Wow you do need a life....picking on a pope that doesn't even support your much beloved president.
See you in hell!
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