though. Little shit.
Let him suffer. Thinks heâs all high and mighty âcause heâs got a castle.
Everybody wriggle. Everybody wriggle.
Itâs maggot mayhem!
I will NOT wear my lobster suit and dance in the street. Not even for rhubarb and custard. Go away and leave me alone. My bee costume is waiting. Bzzzzzzzzz.
When Iâm king of the coalition, nobodyâs going to be able to poo at work, ever.
A dirty waste of smelly time.
I only have eyes for you ⦠and here they are, in this lovely presentation box.
All for you.
Five balloons. Got to be five.
No point going to the disco without five.
Thereâs this guitar riff stuck in my head.
Doo doo doo doo-doo, doo doo doo doo-doo.
Whoever wrote it ⦠is a cunt, because itâs stuck in my head. Bastard.
Iâll stick something in his head.
Iâm gonna mess you up so badly, Stick Man, that when Iâm finished with you, youâre just gonna be a scribble. Yeah!
Oh, get up and wash your shadow.
Itâs filthy. Filthy!
How much for the frog?
No, that one ⦠No, THAT one.
Goddammit, how much for the frog, that one with the tail? â¦
Well excuse me!
How much for the lizard then?
The jokeâs on you, God.
Iâm free will in action.
Mazel tov, cuntbag.
Thatâs right.
Crème anglaise, motherfucker.
Yeah, you can keep looking at my ass as I walk away.
It â s having a spectacular day today.
All things considered, you are more attractive than a monkeyâs vagina ⦠on heat.
Happy Birthday! Itâs a dead puppy! â¦
Now listen, you: You didnât specify a live puppy, you just said you wanted a fucking puppy! Jesus youâre spoiled.
Now go take it for a drag.
Stop telling everyone we â re friends.
Don â t amplify my shame.
Oh, calm down.
You donât wanna get him started.
You DONâT want a kick-boxing hamster on your case.
Right. So, Iâve punched the singing telegram. Now all I need to do is throw up on the cake. Party time!
Opposable thumbs! That was nature giving man the opportunity for twenty-four-hour fondling. Thank you!
You â re full of horseshit!
Like bullshit, but it â s dressed up to be prettier.
Since when did my underwear look good on you? Take it off. Take it off your face.
Donât leave the duck there.
Itâs totally irresponsible. Put it on the swing, itâll have much more fun.
You are as much use as a cup full of monkey spunk at a monkâs retreat.
And just as pointless.
Iâm scared by the power of your vagina.
It can control whole armies.
No, nations. The world!
Fuck. Tits! Shit, I brought the wrong shit!
Itâs shower-hat Wednesday, not cracker-pants Thursday. Bollocks! I really like shower-hat Wednesday. Iâve got the best.
Itâs so pretty ⦠these cracker-pants give me nasty chaffingâ¦. Oh, I shoulda put margarine on them! Lubricate the cracker bits. Yes, yes, yes â¦
Llama clouds! Mmmmm.
Great big bug-eyed fluffy ones â¦
Oh great! Now they spit. Bollocks.
âAh, glass. My nemesis.
One day I shall beat you.â
If ever there was a time that STM spoke out for Adam, it was the very moment that he uttered the quote above.
Adam has a rather unfortunate relationship with glass. Or you might say that his head has a rather passionate relationship with glass, as the two donât seem to be able to stay away from each other. In our apartment, the windows and glass doors are all ornamented with oval-shaped grease marks from Adamâs forehead. Ditto the driverâs seat car window. I donât know what the problem is, whether itâs a matter of faulty depth perception or a complete absence of kinaesthetic awareness, or what. There just seems to be a magnetic attraction between Adamâs face and any vertical sheet of glass.
Adamâs daughter, sympathetic to her fatherâs handicap, has taken to making all sorts of pretty little art projects that she can tape to our
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