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Bring an apple for lunch to school or work or wherever. Then pull out your trusty Swiss Army Knife. Proceed to hollow out the apple in the same way you would hollow out a pumpkin. You can eat the apple innards or whatever, it doesn't matter. Then carve a weird face into it, and stick a little birthday cake candle into the middle. Trust me, you make a few of these during lunch hour and the skanks scatter like flies!! Also, after the App-O-Lantern begins to decay, it looks kind of like a decaying human head!
- A chariot race between Moses and Pharoh. Pharoh goes, "To the Pharohmobile!" and then we see this crappy chariot with fins and a turbine and everything.
- When one of the Romans pisses of Moses, he says "Get your filthy paws off me you damn dirty Roman!"
- Moses can say "Noooo! Orgies are people! It's people!!!!!"
- At the end after he parts the sea and the Romans die and stuff, Moses can see this crappy Roman statue half-buried in the beach. Then he falls to his knees and yells, "You maniacs! You blew it up! Damn you! God damn you all to Hell!"
It'll be the worst movie ever! Please send funding offers and comments to me at DrFiendish@hotmail.com.
1. On Christmas my pals and I went to the Husky truck stop for supper, 'cause it was the only place open. So we walk in and I go, "So do we find our own seats or is this a classy place?" real loud. All the truckers looked sad, I think because they realized that food at the Husky is gross. Either that or they were sad that instead of being with their families for Christmas they were at the Husky with some loud-mouthed asshole. Well, what can ya do?
2. Another time my pals and I were at a good restaraunt. But these skanks at the table next to kept bugging us. Then one of them said, "Do guys prefer a tounge ring when they're getting head?" to which I replied, "Well, what do you find they prefer, you damn skank!" That shut her up.
Here's how to make a tasty thing.
Ingredients: 1 or 2 slices of cheese, 1 pickle
What you do is, put the pickle between the cheese slices, or if you're low on cheese cut the pickle in half and put it around the cheese slice.
This is a very yummy dish.
I thought I could at least make toast, but I was wrong. You should probably ignore the above recipe now that I think about it.
I hate skanks. So here are some fun ways to hurt their feelings.
The Skank Game
This works best in a crowded area such as a lunchroom at school. For 2+ players.First of all, one person starts by saying "skank" in a normal speaking voice. The person to his right continues by saying "skank" slightly louder. Everyone at the table continues this, yelling "SKANK!" progressively louder and louder. The game stops when you are confronted by a skank (she may tell you to shut up or something), and you all start laughing uncontrollably.
Drive-by skankings
Simple. Just drive around, and when you see a skank, either in pedestrian or motorist form, yell, "SKANK!" That will show her.
This is a fun and easy magic trick that will astound and/or frighten all who witness it.
1. Unzip your fly.
2. Put your hand down your pants, and stick your index (or any other) finger out your fly, simulating a penis.
3. Walk around like this. Poke people with the penis/finger. Act like you don't know what's going on when people start laughing.
And that's all there is to it! Pretty cool, eh? Okay, so it's not a magic trick. I'm a liar. Let's see you do better on your web site.
I think one of the coolest gift ideas for a chick you dig is a plastic dinosaur. They can be really inexpensive, and really nice, plus if you have one too you can get them to fight. A plastic dinosaur is the one gift that says, "I'm not saying we have to have sex right now, but I'm into dinosaurs, and maybe you are too."
This hot chick in my biology class once said, "I had a dream last night that I was pregnant." And I almost said back to her, "That's funny, 'cause last night I dreamt I was getting you pregnant!" I think this would have been extremely funny, but then her boyfriend would have kicked my ass. That would not have been so funny.
