Saturday, May 22, 2010

Whattaya Mean, I Can't Come In?



I'm a journalist. Look, I even have my own camera.
Why won't you let me in?
I've never been fired from here before.
Hey! I know somebody's in there. Hello?

7 comments:

  1. I saw Halburn at Walmart Friday night waiting to get into the family restroom. If he hates the place so much why does he even go in there?

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  2. Because he's a lazy hypocrite.
    He probably uses their bathrooms to save on his water bill and avoid stinking up his second wife's house.

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  3. No. They saw who it was and wouldn't let him in.

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  4. As usual he is wearing his "Professional Journalist Attire". T-Shirt, Short, and Flip-Flops. I think that must be all he owns!

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  5. The Trash Bloggers are everywhere!

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  6. "And in this photo, we see the West Virginian Manatee (Circumferencis Colonel Sanderum) admiring it's own reflection in the window... observe how it's empty glassy eyes gawk in surprise at finding another land mammal just as huge as it is.

    The West Virginian Manatee will spend hours trying to communicate with itself in vain. Sadly, it does not possess the intelligence to figure this puzzle out, and will often waddle home in dejected lethargy, to watch the food network for several hours."

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  7. I finally saw this (thing, it, what - hell I don't know) when I had to stop at Wal-Mart the other evening. My retinas are permanently damaged. Is there any doctor out there that can remove these images from my eyes or my brain? Please? Please help, I am begging!

    I wonder if I can sue him for permanent disfigurement?

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