Wednesday, August 5, 2009

The HoverDuster














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Anonymous said...

You know who else felt that way about dust?

Howard Hughes... you know what happened to him?

He became a bizzillionaire and got to bang beautiful ladies (probably even in the digestive track excavation duct)

My point is, see if you can't catch some paranoia and with big ideas, a fear or dust and paranoia, you will me unstoppable charles, UNSTOPPABLE!

Anonymous said...

I feel the same way about ants as you feel about dust. Except my hatred comes with the guilt of knowing I'm hatting on a living thing that is just trying to score some eats for his bitch. The fact that drones are so pussy whipped make me feel even worse about killing them. I know the queen doesn't care that they are gone and had they known they were going to die they probably would have been like "get your own food skank."

Even though i win all the battles, I just can't seem to win the war against ants... i'm bigger and more powerful... it just doesn't make sense.... it's a lot like my Nam in that way.

My stepdad says they are just looking for water in the summer and not food and i'm more that willing to buy them a bottle of smart water and bring it to their ant hole if they just stay the fuck away from my george forman... i just don't know how to communicate with them to let them know

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Anonymous said...

It would be lovely if your blimp could also move around the room and act out a Febreeze Scentstory (tm)

Matty Lee said...

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What idea is so good you ask?

Hoochi Momma Taxis!

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But wait, it gets worse!

When you get to the parking garage and climb into your stupid black towncar, you see Travis Mother Fucking Lee, getting into a 1972, metalic brown, Dodge Demon.

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So where do we find all these hot unemployed actresses in Hollywood?
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