Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his small chair at the table, he looks into his small bowl. It is empty. "Who's been eating my porridge?!!" he squeaks. Papa Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. He looks into his big bowl, and it is also empty. "Who's been eating my Porridge?!!"he roars. Momma Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and yells, "For Christ's sake, how many times do we have to go through this with you idiots? It was Momma Bear who got up first, it was Momma Bear who woke everyone in the house, it was Momma Bear who made the coffee, it was Momma Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night, and put everything away, it was Momma Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper, it was Momma Bear who set the damn table, it was Momma Bear who put the frigging cat out, cleaned the litter box, and filled the cat's water and food dish, and, now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear-asses downstairs, and grace Momma Bear's kitchen with your grumpy presence, listen good, cause I'm only going to say this one more time.
"I HAVEN'T MADE THE FUCKING PORRIDGE YET"!
Those lying bastards…..Those tubes of rolls that you buy to just cook up. Easy open tubes, just pull the tab to open the tube. Fuck, who are they kidding? You have to attack those sons a bitches to get them open. Those lying motherfucking cocksuckers are a bunch of lying motherfucking cocksuckers. A person could hurt themselves trying to get one of those motherfucking cocksuckers open. A big ol’ butcher knife and a rolling tube can be a dangerous thing, a good way to lose a thumb or finger.
*Clamps in vice, whips out Saws-all*
The graphic was made by Laurel Ann. The picture was taken in her garden.
That is all
Billy… The pissed off God
8 comments:
I beat those rolls on the counter till they explode. It was my favorite chore as a kid.
Hum, maybe I should try that.
Yeah,
Use the pull-off-label first. If the tube doesn't explode from that, grasp tube firmly in hand, and smack the living daylights out of it on the edge of the countertop, preferably right on the seam.
POP! goes the Pillsbury Rolls.
I can never find the pull-off-label.
It just seems to be a fake painted on the label.
I think they just like to fuck wit God.
*rolls eyes*
"BETHLEHEM, Pa. - An elderly man who wrote in a letter to the editor about Saddam Hussein's execution that "they hanged the wrong man" got a visit from Secret Service agents concerned he was threatening President Bush.
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Geez, don't they read our blogs? Lots of people would like to see him hanged. But that doesn't mean that we personally want to do it. We just hope that someone else will.
I wouldn't walk across the street to throw a rock at him, let alone drive over two thousand miles to try to remove him.
But a man can pray....
My luck isn't much good either BBC all I did was barely pull on the pull tab and it exploded right in my hands made wet my pants and I dropped the damn thing on the floor the dog ran off with it and he could hardly move after he got done with it laid there and moaned for hours...now I buy the frozen ones and they are really yummy take them out of the bag lay them on the cookie sheet 20 minutes in the oven... I don't have to worry about it exploding or wetting my pants and it's easier on the dog....
LOL, funny, Paris. :-) Hugs.
It's better to be pissed off than pissed on.
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