Zoltan
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OJ Goes To HellOJ in Hell
One day in the future, O J Simpson has a heart attack and dies. He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him. 'I don't know what to do here,' says the devil. 'You are on my list, but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I've got a few folks here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let one of them go, but you have to take their place. I'll even let YOU decide who leaves.' OJ thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened the door to the first room. In it was Ted Kennedy and a large pool of water. Ted kept diving in, and surfacing, empty handed. Over and over he dove in and surfaced with nothing. Such was his fate in hell. 'No,' OJ said. 'I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer, and I don't think I could do that all day long.' The devil led him to the door of the next room. In it was George W. Bush with a sledgehammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer, time after time. 'No, this is no good. I've got this problem with my shoulder I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks all day,' commented OJ. The devil opened a third door. Through it, OJ saw Bill Clinton, lying on the bed, his arms tied over his head, and his legs restrained in a spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best. OJ looked at this in shocked disbelief, and finally said, 'Yeah man, I can handle this.' The devil smiled and said . . . *** "Ok Monica, you're free to go..."
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Poe Man Poe
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And now that Sheckey Green has pissed down the front of his already soiled Sans-a-Belt trousers, I am prepared to offer the truth.....
Hoagie King, Rt. 88, Speers, Pa., 1979. I am parked in my hunter green 6-cylinder 1968 Chevy Nova with the 8-track doing the first Led Zeppelin. I have a cheap aluminum ladder loosely tied to the roof and all the windows down to accommodate the heat and the clothesline that holds the ladder to the roof. I have just finished cleaning a person's gutters on the cheap. I fuck down half of the hoagie and place the other half in the glove compartment. I go to pull out and the glove box opens spontaneously. A moldy and encrusted glove holds the other half of my hoagie like a human hand as if to offer, "Eat it hard, motherfucker!" I ate it hard. It had more lettuce than any other ingredient.
Zoltan in the passenger seat says, "I like horking in the penny loafers of others. It has now become a passion."
"You deserve nothing less than a month with your pube strings stuck in the glove-box.", was my response.
I swear to god he said, "I love it when someone pulls at my pube strings."
Zoltan. A pube puller.
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MadMan
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Funny stuff.
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DOLPH
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Ha ha ha aller töten Sie gerade mich
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