Friday, February 19, 2010

The right to bare arms

Gwenneth firmly believed in her right to maintain a private collection of medical speciments. "The only way you'll get my cold, dead hands is if you take them from my cold, dead hands!" she shouted defiantly, with many an obscene gesture.

The constables retreated nervously, promising to return with a warrant.

12 comments:

mikey said...

Gwenneth says "here, let me give you a hand. Oh. And would you like a little head?"

And frankly, we're all wondering what the red shirt freshman is doing with his crotch. Somebody should point out that it takes a lot of the credibility value out of your righteous-finger-pointing-anger if you're fiddling about with your junk while you do it...

Smut Clyde said...

And would you like a little head?
Anyone would think that you have had dealings with med students and their so-called "sense of humour".

M. Bouffant said...

Welcome back to the ranks of those whose web log feeds.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

zombie paintings.

I approve.

Kathleen said...

run away! run away!

Jennifer said...

Gwenneth misunderstood... something about a head in the hand being better than in the bush... No... no, that wasn't it... a hand in the hand is better... then came the knock at the door. Oh shit...

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

Filthbot is corrupted. Must be the Windoze version.

mikey said...

Must be, because the Linux version wants you to download the source file tarball and compile your own boner...

mikey said...

Must be, because the Linux version wants you to download the source file tarball and compile your own boner...

mikey said...

Word verification and I just had a full on rasslin match.

The thing word verification was unprepared for is that I am in the process of imbibing significant quantities of scotch. And therefore, every hurdle word verification presents is just another hootn aholler for me. So I stay with it, typing as instructed, standing on my head, stacking beebees in spit and reciting shakespeare in hebrew, whatever the sick bastard wants and ultimately we have moved on.

But y'know, I feel dirty....

Another Kiwi said...

Welcome back to the ranks of those whose web log feeds.
Extensive games of Tractor, bum, walnut eventually resulted in Smut Clyde being sent up onto the roof to fix the aerial.
After the TVrepairmen had been out and installed the new aerial normal transmission was resumed.
You can't fix things with a friggin' lasso and without trousers.

fish said...

You can't fix things with a friggin' lasso and without trousers.

Sure, blow my whole business plan.