I choose to believe they’re blueprints for the National Archives & these two might just know someone wacky enough try and to steal the Declaration of Independence.
I choose to believe they’re blueprints for the National Archives & these two might just know someone wacky enough try and to steal the Declaration of Independence.
Rolled up blueprints.
“What’s wrong with your cat?”
“Fuck nose”
“Well then why the hell did you bring in the cat?”
“Fuck nose?”
I believe he’s commenting on the idea that state of the current democracy has led to his wrongful arrest.
He’s asking onlookers, “Is this really what you voted for?”
Solo Time: nannnannaeeeerrr naw nanaeeer nNannnnnnaaaawweeeerrrnnnannnwwweerrrr ddddddrrreeeeeeeeeenanannananannanaaeeeeeeeeeweeeeeeeewweeweerrrerrrrrteeeeeeeee^f
Who will roll you down the stairs
Confiscate your wares
May even shoot your dog
Good morning, in less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in this history of mankind.
Mankind – that word should have new meaning for all of us today.
We can’t be consumed by our petty differences anymore.
We will be united in our common interests.
Perhaps its fate that today is the 4th of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom, not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution – but from annihilation.
We’re fighting for our right to live, to exist.
And should we win the day, the 4th of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day when the world declared in one voice:
We will not go quietly into the night!
We will not vanish without a fight!
We’re going to live on!
We’re going to survive!
Today, we celebrate our Independence Day you piece of shit!
“No, you’re not wrong… You’re not wrong Walter… you’re just an asshole… you piece of shit.”
So weird… I’m apparently not functioning on all cylinders today. Thanks for the heads up!
Didn’t say it was He Man singing, but yes, I got the song title wrong.
If this was the Singing Sword from Knighty Knight Bugs, I’ll bet it would sing What’s Going On for 10 hours straight.
The Red Bull of Christ… The Jaeger of Heaven. Take this in remembrance of…
that time we got back out & I bit a police horse.
Don’t forget to track down the sequel. It’s pretty good too.
I honestly don’t know why, but I want to hear what it sounds like when they use the bow on a fiddle other than their own.
It would likely sound terrible, but it might be funny to watch them try it.
What if he was preemptively planning his complaints? You know, studying flight paths, departures, & arrivals, then just delivering 57 unique complaints each day with one phone call?
“Look… I know Quantus 617 leaves for Houston at 5:45, the 974 at 3, 452 goes at 4:12, & the 889 heads out at 9pm.
Yep, that’s right.
Uh huh.
Yes I fucking know it’s only 8am. Those flights WILL be too loud & I expect you to take my complaints immediately!”
In high school, my friends & I got really stoned after our band performed one night.
We mocked up some NASA letterhead, pulled out the phone book, & proceeded to create dozens of signed & sealed official correspondence from the space agency.
Every letter read:
Dear Jerry,
You’ll never be an astronaut.
Love, NASA
…now I kinda want to do that with this butter box trick. Just randomly select a dozen or so mailing addresses & send them one of these with no other explanation.
Golden Parachutes are for those who damage the population, not the brand.
Silly caboose, get your head in the game & damage a way of life!