Skip to comments.The Goat Button
Posted on 04/21/2009 12:31:46 PM PDT by Notoriously Conservative
What does it do? Press the button and find out.
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Uhhh ... never mind.
OBAMBI: If you will not give up the hostages, we shall take your boat
PIRATE: You dont frighten us, American pig-dogs! Go and boil your
bottoms, sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, so-called
Obama-king, you and all your silly American kaniggets. Thppppt!
HILLARY: What a strange person.
OBAMBI: Now look here, my good man!
PIRATE: I dont want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal
food trough whopper! I fart in your general direction! Your mother
was a hamster and your father smelt of eldeberries.
HILLARY: Is there someone else up there we could talk to?
PIRATE: No, now go away or I shall taunt you a second time-a!
OBAMBI: Now, this is your last chance. Ive been more than reasonable.
PIRATE: (Fetchez la chevre.)
PIRATE: (Fetchez la chevre!)
OBAMBI: If you do not agree to my commands, then I shall
PIRATE: Ah, this one is for your mother!
ALL: Run away!
Some really clever person could make that into a Pelosi button, or a BO button, or a Barney Frank button...you get the idea.
The other night I was invited out for a night with 'the girls'. I told my husband that I would be home by midnight, 'I promise!'
Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easy. Around 3 am, a bit loaded, I headed for home.
Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution in order to escape a possible conflict with him. Even when totally smashed... 3 cuckoos + 9 cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos...MIDNIGHT!
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him, 'midnight.' He didn't seem mad at all. Whew! Got away with that one! Then he said, 'We need a new cuckoo clock.' When I asked him why, he said, 'Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, 'oh, crap', cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.'
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