Παρασκευή, 17 Ιουνίου 2011

zerocracy(?)



Neville Quain: I know. I know I was the wrong man to lead a boy scout troop into the sewage system under Minneapolis, I know that now. But I think it's safe to say I learned some very harsh and unforgettable lessons at the hands of my fellow inmates in the years that followed.
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President: I'm the President...I'm a powerful man...[Whispering]Please don't...I hate needles...I have money in my jacket...
Neville Quain: [Shoves needle into President's eyeball] First Hit's always Free, sir.
President: NAAAUU
Surgeon: Money means nothing; art is our God.
Surgeon 2: We're giving the president breasts, Mister Quain, whether he likes it or not. Magnificent breasts! Bigger than the sun!
President: AUUU
Neville Quain: Ever since I was a powerless little boy I've had a dream. I've wanted to fuck the President in the Ass while he sings 'Happy Birthday', just like Marilyn Monroe.
Surgeon 3: [Lowering Scapel onto President] Make it so.
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The President: Happy Birthday, Dear Neville...

2 σχόλια:

  1. ενταξει, παραβλεπω το γεγονος οτι ειναι εντελως παρανοϊκος αυτος ο νεβιλλ-χαοτικο μπλογκ ειναι τουτο ετσι κι αλλιως:P

    αλλα λυσε μου μια απορια: ενταξει του εβαλε βυζια με το ζορι, οκ τον πηδηξε με το ζορι, αλλα πως καταφερε να τον κανει να τραγουδησει??

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  2. ρε... λεει bigger than τhe sun! bigger than the sun, ο θεος!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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