glumbert

winner winner chicken dinner!

Curse you!

Third!

Fake.

fucking niggers

Were the monkeys riding the bike or were they the ones running?

oookay. that seems cruel for some reason.

I think this is a perfect time to say: fuck you commie chinks.

Or are these Japanese? I can never tell. Either denomination, it doesn't matter; they both sound like Arnold Schwarzenegger trying to talk while he blows Donald Trumps dick.

ook ook ook
willy wanky woo
i'm not canuck
who are you?

ook ook ook
willy wanky woo
i'm not a racist
why are you?

monkey see - monkey do.
but not very well.

Not worth a comment

manolo

you are a total prick. everybody knows this. you are not a latino. you are throbstick.

Foolishness

manolo

you are a total prick. everybody knows this. you are not a latino. you are throbstick. and im analspinchetr.

This video is just like the US presidential race. Two halfwit monkeys trying trying to win the race, and just going around in circles as we watch.

Since everyone in the ring is wearing jackets, is it fair to assume that it is a little "Nippy" in there?

Hey hey hey!

It is rather ironic that podman thought to comment on the catfight for presidency, because that is exactly what this video brings to mind. For once it was not me in the spotlight, but the now hated Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Obviously at those words, anyone reading this did a double-take. Presidency? Well, listen, and I will explain.

There is a time in every actors career when you feel as if you can't handle walking onto another set in your life. This time is usually directly before and after you finish a film. (Experts say it is caused by the pressure from the paparazzi, but actors say it is from something in the air.. usually that fat rich guy that had a bowl of beans minutes for showing up at the red carpet event.) Anyhow, at this point, the actor will generally seek other employment. With Gray Davis ruining California, and Mr. Muscles considering "dethroning" Gray Davis and crowning himself, I figured I may as well tip the scales.
It all started with a visit to darling Arnold's house. At first I thought I would never be able to sway him, but then I remembered that lollipop stuck on the bottom of my car's passenger seat. You know how kids love sweets, especially if it is 3 months old and covered in fuzz. The more fuzz, the better. After surrendering it to Arnold, I was readily able to convince him that it was not a monarch, but a president he should become. (To keep his three seconds attention-span from wandering to the butterflies out in the neighbors lawn, I used the word lollipop every other word. It worked.) I was also able to convince him to pay taxes to his loyal subjects. (Being me.) It wound up being a sweet deal.
On top of that, I got royalties from JibJab for their video.

It was all going well, until President Schwarzenegger heard two fatal words:
vice president. Naturally, he wanted his new, (First) best friend to have this position. I wanted to go to China and start an entrepreneur's business selling condoms. After that, I was planning to hit Africa, and finally India. I'd make billions. But Arnold wouldn't have it. In the end, I wound up giving all the money back as a bribe to get him to leave me alone. (I was out of 3 month old lollipops) No funds, no condom company.
Ah well, as my mother always said: fuck California. (Actually, she always said fuck Georgia. But it's basically the same thing.)

Hey hey hey!

The above post reminds me of the time I thought I was being funny, but actually wasn't.

Would Michael Vick have gotten arrested for this insanity?