I answered the groinal call In the woodsmoke of the fall Went on with pelvis quaking Though ulcerating sores were breaking Trudged on through bitter storm My gonads would transform Into oily sludge That dried into divinity fudge
Think how convenient they'd be. They would keep your corn from rolling around, or perhaps they could be hollow and you could fill them with Sriracha sauce...
I saw this and thought "Meh".
ReplyDeleteThen Hitler's legs started moving.
Brilliant!
When you combine an upright and an inverted pair of moustaches, it looks like an animated Ernst painting, which is kinda cool.
ReplyDeleteThen Hitler's legs started moving.
ReplyDeleteOrdinarily that was a bad thing.
At least in the postwar era...
ReplyDeleteHey, the anxious pumpkin as a head, the upwards Kirsanowstache for arms, the tutu, and maybe a downwards moustache for legs...cute!
ReplyDeleteYou, sir, are an artist.
ReplyDeleteThe tutu, the anxious pumpkin the groinal squirming mustache.It is to die for.
Then Hitler's legs started moving.
ReplyDeleteI hate those cheesy endings that leave open the possibility of a sequel if the movie is enough of a hit.
Ann Curry
ReplyDeleteHad only six pedal digits
Dave Gregory
Had ten but they were midgets...
Inspiration run dry. Need more coffee. Much much more
And Glen Beck's audience was comprised of idjits
ReplyDeleteI can't think of anything to rhyme with 'similar'.
ReplyDeleteGrimmular: the property of someone's death being poetic in a fairy tale sense.
ReplyDeleteHerr Doktor Bimmler
ReplyDeleteCouldn't find a rhyme for similar
This is awful familiar
And doesn't involve plums
I saw the Inguinal Squirming Mustaches back before Inguinal left and they took Groinal on as the new bass-player.
ReplyDeleteI answered the groinal call
ReplyDeleteIn the woodsmoke of the fall
Went on with pelvis quaking
Though ulcerating sores were breaking
Trudged on through bitter storm
My gonads would transform
Into oily sludge
That dried into divinity fudge
Hey Mr. Grimmular man, Play a squirm for me
ReplyDeleteHey Mr. Grimmular man, Play a turtle for me
In the groinal jangle morning
I'll come following you
Ooo, now Hitler can ride the wig!
ReplyDeleteNote.
ReplyDeleteIt's funny to make him stamp on the eyebrows too.
ReplyDeleteThe flappy wig makes good arms when you're tired of eyebrows.
ReplyDelete"When you are tired of eyebrows, sir, you are tired of life."
Shut up you pompous pillock.
I can't get over HitlerBootsPumpkinHeadStacheArmsTutu.
ReplyDeleteIt's so cute in such a wrong way.
Jackboots and tutus.
ReplyDeleteMake it mandatory, 'stach or not, goldang it!
If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face as a tutu flounces - forever.
ReplyDeleteSurely you mean "imagine a boot stamping on an animated caterpillar eyebrow".
ReplyDeleteI guess if I want to talk the talk and stomp the stomp I gotta make a floor of human faces.
ReplyDeleteI keep seeing that as "a floor of human feces" and I kind of wonder if you've been partaking of the Zicam™ a little more than you should have.
ReplyDeleteHeh. How's that for topical, motherfuckers!
It's a floor of human fasces, isn't it Mr. Leftous Bubba
ReplyDeleteHeh. How's that for topical, motherfuckers!
ReplyDeleteThis motherfucker is for topical application only. Not for internal use.
I got your Floor of Human Fæces right here!
ReplyDeleteI gotta make a floor of human faces.
ReplyDeleteOr you could just be lazy and rip of Dore.
Where has my link gone?
ReplyDeleterip off Dore.
What did the rotting human skulls say to the icebox?
ReplyDeleteClose the Dore, I am dressing...
That world-of-Dante website is kind of wonderful, for all your floor-of-faces needs. I'm going to get this image printed onto a dinner-plate.
ReplyDeleteComplete with the ceramic figurines, one hopes.
ReplyDeleteThink how convenient they'd be. They would keep your corn from rolling around, or perhaps they could be hollow and you could fill them with Sriracha sauce...
Surely they could be animated?
ReplyDeleteCapcha is still on about zombification "undecess" indeed
Those are the salt-&-pepper shakers.
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