You could be screaming, “MURRAY! A bunch of jihad guys have me hostage here, and one of them has an AK-47 up my ass with a fresh clip, and they are ready to pull the trigger, what is the FEDEX tracking number for that package? I NEED IT NOW OR THEY ARE GONNA BLOW MY ASS THROUGH MY OWN BRAINS!”
Humming Do the Hustle, he would say, “All righty. I’ll get that for you in a minute. Computer is slow today. Hope they’re not in a rush. Huh huhuh.”
(Humming resumes)
Do do do dodo dodo do do (4x)
Do the Hustle!
Sam asked me to draw a picture of how I felt inside.
2 comments:
h aar har aha aha ha aha ha ..
dead babies in the ganges! Dude that's gross. your drawing is awesome!
i broke my arm wah wah. typing kind of hurts and is slower and disjointed with one arm. ..
keep'um coming they're making my afternoons.
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What kind of co-blogger am I that I don't even know about your arm situation? So sorry to hear about it. I hope you can still spank it on the internoodle with your good arm.
I'm laying low, trying to avoid any Jihads. I have a backlog of interesting tidbits of mundane order that I want to share with you on the blog.
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