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"It wants to know if there's a "expootium" section in third class."
Posted by John Cox | September 8, 2011 7:36 PM
Posted on September 8, 2011 19:36
He's on his way to Washington, he's President Obama's new jobs Czar.
Posted by Dr. Bob | September 8, 2011 10:25 PM
Posted on September 8, 2011 22:25
"Daddy, can you give him a mint? His breath smells like cats."
Posted by Terry_Jim | September 9, 2011 1:14 AM
Posted on September 9, 2011 01:14
He says he came to this planet to "exterminate" all humans, but some punk kids got the jump on him and carjacked his Dalek battle armor.
Posted by Ed B | September 9, 2011 1:21 AM
Posted on September 9, 2011 01:21
He wants to know if you can recommend a good mechanic. Apparently he was on his way to Tokyo to break into the tentacle porn industry when his negative feedback transmogrifier conked out.
Posted by Ed B | September 9, 2011 1:28 AM
Posted on September 9, 2011 01:28
"Take the train if you want. If I go with him, I can get there the day before yesterday."
Posted by Terwiliger | September 9, 2011 6:32 AM
Posted on September 9, 2011 06:32
He followed me home ,can I keep him Dad?
Posted by Rick | September 9, 2011 9:27 AM
Posted on September 9, 2011 09:27
"I think that's the lobbyist who got the high-speed rail built from here to the Andromeda galaxy*."
* That "little" earmark--which was "slipped" into Obama's labor bill by an "undocumented" union "worker" loosely affiliated with SEIU--put EVERYBODY to work (even the infirmed & the incoherent "did their part" as ballasts, counterweights, door-props, or seat-cushions--& in time, all but the last workers became protein). However, the national debt grew beyond (10 → 10 → 10 → 6) trillion gold-standard dollars. The debt grew so large, nobody actually knew what it was anymore. However, there were three things they did know: (1) the richest man in America was roughly "only" 900 trillion dollars in debt, & he still wasn't paying his "fair share" in taxes; (2) the loafers were complaining because they could no longer collect unemployment benefits; & (3) the Expootiums owned them.
Posted by Terwiliger | September 9, 2011 1:01 PM
Posted on September 9, 2011 13:01
He said "Take me to your leader". I asked if he meant Obama. He said "No". He wants my leader. Dad, you're the best leader I know so I brought him here.
Posted by Craniac | September 9, 2011 1:08 PM
Posted on September 9, 2011 13:08
"I pushed all the buttons, but it looks like the vending machine's out of jerky. Did you want a tentacle instead?"
That is one exceptional asterisk, T.
Awww, Craniac! Too cute.
Posted by Zeroth | September 9, 2011 5:15 PM
Posted on September 9, 2011 17:15
"How much do you wanna bet that TSA leaves hime alone?"
Posted by Jess Brown | September 9, 2011 8:57 PM
Posted on September 9, 2011 20:57
Conductor says we gotta ride in the back with the rest of the "weirdos".
Posted by GarandFan | September 9, 2011 9:21 PM
Posted on September 9, 2011 21:21
He followed me home and wants to go with us to Muddy Creek Wyoming...don't ask me why?
Posted by Cowboy | September 9, 2011 11:04 PM
Posted on September 9, 2011 23:04
"He asked me to carry his *&#erstoster through security. What's a *&#erstoster?"
Posted by clayusmcret | September 10, 2011 9:13 AM
Posted on September 10, 2011 09:13