Knowledge is Power

12 Comments!

1. PeggyU
   Posted November 11, 2012 at 3:13 pm |

   Ok, so that is a paper rock?
   How does it rank in rock, paper, scissors?

2. DougM (Well, thaaat sucked!)
   Posted November 11, 2012 at 3:28 pm |

   You been here two owah.
   You go now.

   Monet’s napkin sketch
   the busboy does his job well
   later, bum wipes nose

3. JoeBandMember®
   Posted November 11, 2012 at 3:41 pm |

   America
   headed for
   revolution

   Obamacare
   killing
   full time jobs.

   media
   hiding
   truth

4. Occaisional poster
   Posted November 11, 2012 at 3:55 pm |

   Tora! Tora! Tora!
   Next item you’ll adora
   Papier Mache Barack, with aura.

5. mech
   Posted November 11, 2012 at 4:25 pm |

   I make cheap imitation origami boulder because I’m too cheap to buy original artwork today.

6. SondraK, Queen of my domain
   Posted November 11, 2012 at 6:01 pm |

   I have basket full of cheap imitation origami boulders. You buy cheap. Now.

7. mojo
   Posted November 11, 2012 at 8:17 pm |

   I think I still have some Pet Rocks, lemme look…

   Yep. Whole riverbed full.

8. rickn8or
   Posted November 11, 2012 at 9:13 pm |

   mojo, sell rocks, buy paper.

9. Claire: rebellious pink pig with car keys - and a *cause*
   Posted November 11, 2012 at 11:21 pm |

   “Hou have boyfriennnd?

   erm, no

   “You wan pedicure?”

   erm, no
   “This why you no have boyfriennnd.“

10. DougM (Well, thaaat sucked!)
    Posted November 12, 2012 at 9:28 am |

    You have pet origami boulder?
    Hah!
    You beat pet rock.
    Wait!
    I have pet scissors.
    Hah!
    You go now.

11. dick, not quite dead white guy
    Posted November 12, 2012 at 8:10 pm |

    Reminds me of Room Service in the Orient
    Room Service: Morny, rune sore-bees.
    Guest: Oh, sorry. I thought I dialed room service.
    Room Service: Rye. Rune sore-bees. Morny. Jewish to ordor sunteen?
    Guest: I’d like some bacon and eggs.
    Room Service: Ow July den?
    Guest: What?
    Room Service: Aches. Ow July then? Pry, boy, pooch . . .?
    Guest: Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, Scrambled, please.
    Room Service: Ow July dee Baycome? Crease?
    Guest: Crisp will be fine.
    Room Service: Okay. An Santos?
    Guest: Uh . . I don’t know—I don’t think so.
    Room Service: No? Judo one toes?
    Guest: Look, I really feed bad about this, but I just don’t know what “one toes” means. I’m sorry.
    Room Service: Toes! Toes! Why Jew Don Juan toes? Ow bow eengligh mopping we bother?
    Guest: English Muffin! I’ve got it! Toast . . . you were saying “toast”! Fine, an English muffin will be fine.
    Room Service: We bother?
    Guest: No, just put the bother on the side.
    Room Service: Wad?
    Guest: I’m sorry. I mean the butter. Just butter on the side.
    Room Service: Copy?
    Guest: I feel terrible about this, but . . .
    Room Service: Copy! Copy, tea, mill, prute jews.
    Guest: Coffee! Yes, coffee, please. And that’s all.
    Room Service: One minnie. Ass rune torino-fie, strangle aches, crease baycome, tossy eengligh mopping we bother honey sight, and copy, rye?
    Guest: Whatever you say.
    Room Service: Okay. Tenjewberrymud.
    Hotel Guest: Yes, you’re quite welcome.

12. DougM (Well, thaaat sucked!)
    Posted November 12, 2012 at 10:35 pm |

    ^ Woo,
    good thing he didn’t say anything about the dirty fork!
    Yeah, and my hovercraft is full of eels.