Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Honey I Sold the Kids

I didn't think this was legal... even in Vegas.


vinnymoe said...

"Resale" implies they are on the second go-round. Obviously bourn on a Monday or Friday,not to be confused with the scratch & dent childen.
Or Possibly those unfortunates who had been MOGOTHOFIED and survived.

Good help is hard to buy.

The_Scum said...

"Your women, sell them too me. How much for the little girl?"

vinnymoe said...

Girl well trained,good domestic help yet HM TNAGR.
Woman Not for sale.But she reads blog sometimes,may want to make her own deal.
Goddam 21st. century!

Lavi D. said...

If you wanted your way with me, quoting Blues Brothers is a great start.

"It's a model made before catalytic converters, so it'll run great on regular gas."

The_Scum said...

"I ran out of gas. I had a flat tire. I didn't have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn't come back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from out of town. Someone stole my car. There was an earthquake! A terrible flood! Locusts! It wasn't my fault, I swear to god!"

Just remember to kiss the bitch and then drop her into the mud afterwards.

The_Scum said...

Back onto the topic....selling children.

I humbly present this musical masterpiece:

Lavi D. said...

that was terrible.

In a fucked-up funny way.

Man. I wish the future had flying cars and immortality. Instead we got you-tube and terrists.

Amen, vinnymoe.

Lavi D. said...

Hey Scum,

Give me an email address and I'll send you a link to an mp3 I made of the Blues Brothers. It's all the music along with the pertinent parts of audio. In other words, just enough sound from the movie to set up each musical track.

Lavi D. said...

One Timex digital watch, broken
One unused prophylactic...

One soiled

Boots, black
Belt, black

One black suit jacket
One pair of black suit pants

One hat, black
One pair of sunglasses

Twenty-three dollars and seven cents.

Sign here.

The_Scum said...

scumbucketz AT

The_Scum said...

"Fix the cigarette lighter." I always loved that scene where he lights a cigarette and throws the lighter out the window.

We do you have the soundtrack to the Blues Brothers?

hah ah ha hhahahah

Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.

-Hunter S. Thompson

Dedicated to the other side of Las Vegas, namely; the sprawling, mad, incoherent underpinnings of the world's favorite destination.

That, and the occasional ranting about nothing in particular.