Showing posts with label Mired in the Sixties. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mired in the Sixties. Show all posts
Friday, April 4, 2014
Don't look at me like that.
"You might be my mother and everything but I don't need you tuning your headlights on me like that."
"It just isn't right."
"I know you like my brother more. Everybody does. He got to bang Mary Tyler Moore and I only get to play second banana's for the rest of my life."
"I mean I will spend years working for a meathead and living in Minnesota. I thought Minnesota was only for elderly depressed marsupials?"
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Whose that girl?
Her TV husband just shuffled off the mortal coil but she is going strong. She comes from a famous show biz family but her Dad wasn't Natty or even a King. I think there is no way you can call her unforgetable.
And you need eight kids nowadays to get your own show.
Whose that girl?
And you need eight kids nowadays to get your own show.
Whose that girl?
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Which way did the junkie go George?
"Look you are cute and all and you have a record deal but I can't be with you anymore. I know you like to write songs about me but I prefer the junkie. I mean he can't sing for shit but he is a better guitar player. And he has better drugs. Plus he doesn't do that Hari Krishna shit. I mean if you keep that up you are going to end up answering phones in Delhi. So see ya later."
"Wait a minute is your guitar crying?"
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Right back at you Batgirl!

I love myself
I want you to
love me
When I'm feelin' down
I want you above me
I search myself
I wantyou to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you
I touchmyself
I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no
You're the one
who makes me happy honey
You're the sun
who makes meshine
When you're around
I'm always laughing
I want to make you mine
I close my eyes
And see you before me
Think I would die
If you were to ignore me
A fool could see
Just how much I adore you
I get down on my knees
I'd do anything for you
I love myself
I want you to love me
When I'm feelin' down
I want you aboveme
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want youto remind me
I want you
I don't want anybody else
And when I think about you
I touch myself
Ooh, oooh, oooooh, aaaaaah
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
YOU ASK FOR IT AND TROOPER DOES IT!
Monday, December 26, 2011
Hey we're looking at you!
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Do you know who I am?

"No I am afraid I don't know you are dear."
"I am Doctor Richard Kimble. I was falsely accused of killing my wife. Now I am on the run. I am a fugitive."
"That's nice dear. I will still rent you a room. But I have a few rules."
"Ok what are they?"
"No woman in your room. You can't get drunk. Or smoke those funny cigarettes. Oh and one more thing."
"Yes?"
"Stop staring at my tits!"
What? You had Winnie Cooper?

"Hey Kevin long time no see."
"How are you Paul? I haven't seen you in years. What's up?"
"I just got myself a Minie Cooper."
"WHAT? YOU GOT WINNIE COOPER?"
"Yeah it is a sweet ride. A little small. It is a tight fit. But a sweet ride."
"A TIGHT FIT! WHAT THE FUCK! OF COURSE SHE IS A TIGHT FIT!"
"What are you screaming out?"
"You just told me you banged Winnie Cooper."
"No stupid. I just bought a Mini Cooper. You know that little limey car."
"I gotta get my fuckin ears checked."
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Whose that girl?
Friday, March 25, 2011
Hey I am a gambling rambling man!
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Whose that Girl....Euroweenie division.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Here's an easy one!
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Hey is there room for an easy one?
Friday, January 21, 2011
My that is a big Lens you have there grandma.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Ohhhhh Rrrrroooobbbbb!!!!
"Rob I just don't understand.""What's that Laura?"
"Why are you going to go to bed in your suit and tie?"
"It's the sixties Laura and men and women don't wear t-shirts or shorts or comfortable clothes around the house. And I wear my suit to bed because I have to ignore my hot sitcom wife. It's a rule. It's the sixties."
"I hate the sixties."
Look over there!

"What's that Gilligan?'
"I don't know Mary Anne. Let's go see."
"Wait why should we do that. Sit next to me and snuggle on the beach in the hot sun."
"I can't do that."
"Why not Gilligan?"
"Because I am in a sixties sitcom and I can't be hitting on the hot chick half naked who wants to get some. I have to go in the hut with the Skipper and show him that I am still his little buddy."
"Why?"
"It's a sixties sitcom rule. Hot chick's don't get any. Sorry."
"I hate the sixties."
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Oh Rob!
"Rob after we take this photo for our Christmas card I hope you will be staying home""Sorry but I can't Laura. Mel is on the warpath and I have to work with Sally and Morey."
"You spend more time with them then you ever did with me. Don't you realize how hot I am?"
"I realize that but I am a sixties sitcom husband and I am more worried about my work or my ad agency or my horse that my smokin hot wife or genie or witch. In other words I am a moron."
"Well at least we got that straight. I just hope we can get something else straight between us soon."
"Seriously. Calm down Laura. What are you gonna do. Divorce me and move to Minneapolis?"
Gollleee Sargent Carter.
" Golleee Sargent Carter. Did you hear what happened?""No I didn't Pyle. What happened."
"They just passed a law that did away with Don't Ask and Don't Tell. Now you can't threaten me anymore."
"What do you mean by that Private?"
"You know how you are all butch and mean to me. Oh and guess what else?"
"I just stuck my finger in your butt."
"He's got you there Frank. Hee, hee. I love salty popcorn."
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