"GRAVY FOR YOUR BRAIN!" – Conspiracy Theory (1997)
10,000 YEAR GALAXY BOND!
MOON BOND!
MOAR MOON BONDS …
THE SOLAR SUPER BOND …
SINGULARITY BONDS …
MULE DEER BONDS …
OJ BONDS …
CHAOS and WAR BONDS …
POWER BONDS …
WALL BONDS …
MOAR WALL BONDS …
HELICOPTER RIDE BONDS …
UNICORN BONDS! (our last fucking hope)
Homeless coin …
FUTURE BONDS …
FUCK YOU BONDS …
SPACE BONDS …
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ASH and TRASH …
CHINA, REOPENING, AGAIN …
Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/global-gas-crunch-set-worsen-china-reopens
NO MO COAL …
“If the government sets aside $50 billion to STOP people from eating bacon, that money would be funneled to cronies, and people would still be eating bacon … probably twice as much bacon.” – Dr. Freckles
I can imagine some “Music Man”, going before congress in 2025 …
“Give me 7 trillion dollars, and I’ll finally destroy SASQUATCH!”
(and he’ll get the money)
(and he brings Sasquatch into existence)
“… and finally … when there’s nothing left … you can’t get another loan from the bank or another box of booze … you bust the joint OUT – you light a match.”
– Goodfellas
What people want …
“Knowing what people want is half the work of lying.” – Dr. Freckles
Study says people are crazy …
Lords of Boblimptock: Yulian Tribe Women
They stamp out the male vibe with their rag-tag leather bound persistence. Their minds are aware and open to ancient poems written by the skag-horde, and they will only relent when the pools of gobble-oil are warmed up for the ceremonial boobie baths …
Their leader, Testruss, is mean and coy. She’s a blonde bombshell built with triple-D’s and a will to use them …
Testruss has the canned gaze of that farmer guy, whose corn grows sideways and against the wind. She’s never late and always in costume – her high heel ways break the minds of men. She was the last of the ADMIRALS who ruled the near space, battling other vacuum ships and launching her woman-slaves in death rockets.
The YULIAN TRIBE is IN CHARGE of life at 20 miles up. Their craft slink softly through the near vacuum, with ion drives glowing and rail guns humming. They fight for the FRONTIER OF SPACE and will destroy and man-man navy that comes to take them out. Their lesbian bonds are forged in blood and fire, and their clever tactics are always on point.
Each year …
When the grass turns yellow …
When the leaves begin to fall …
The YULIAN HIGH PRIESTESS prepared herself for the MOUNTAIN OF IN-BOOVULATION …
A harness is built in the great woods, and affixed between several large trees …
The high priestess is stripped of all clothes and covered in the ancient greases of GROMULII …
She is tied and strapped into the harness, her legs spread apart …
She prepares herself by writhing and her own womanly juices flow forth …
She is going to make love to the great WOOKIE SPIRIT …
She will be one with the furry demon …
In hopes of a new breed …
Dancing from her fertile valley.
