Here kitty

Cripley:  Let’s go to TC’s for beer and stupidity!
Radar:  I like beer!
Gingerman: We can take my Jeep, because it lacks creature comforts and is prone to tipping!


Cripley:  TC’s was fun!
Radar:  I like beer!
Gingerman: Not tipping my Jeep over counts as a win!

Then, alongside a car ahead, there are two lights.  Two lights bouncing down the road.  Except they’re not lights. They’re reflections from G-man’s headlights.

I know it’s a dog

*Horror ensues*

Cripley:  Dude, pull over!  *points at Fluffy*
Radar: Dude, pull over!  *points at Fluffy*
Dude: Fucking crazy frat boys.


Dude: Hi officer, what’s the problem?
Motorcycle Cop: Get out of the car!
[Dude exits from the car]
Dude: I don’t think I was speeding. Was I weaving or something?
Motorcycle Cop: Shut your mouth, sir! You know, if I weren’t in uniform, I’d split your skull with the butt of this revolver faster than you can say, “police brutality!”
Dude: Well whatever I did, I’m sure I can explain…
[the motorcycle cop forcibly makes Dude opens his door, which has a cat tail shut in it]
Motorcycle Cop: Explain this, you son-of-a-bitch!
Dude: Oh my God…

yeah, like that



  • Tony Clifton April 7, 2012 at 4:29 am

    Dead Pussy? Sounds like my ex wife.

  • David E. Davis Was Wrong October 15, 2012 at 10:13 am

    […] are plenty of 1.5s like this – well, more than zero – and you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a 2.0.  Still, Cadillac Escalade.  Boom, […]


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