By the time you read this the zeppelins carrying the first wave of my invincible gorilla army will fill the skies above your cities. It is a tragedy that so many innocents must die, but one look at this image and every decent and reasonable man will see how necessary is his sacrifice. Those unfortunate enough to survive the rain of thermite bombs will face endless waves of hooting primates driven bloodmad by torments only my scabrous hate could contemplate. They cannot be bargained with. Mercy is wholly foreign to their savage minds. They are unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality. And they fling their poo. I can't lie to you about your chances, but... you have my sympathies.
I will see you and raise you: Three Stooges headed to the big screen Larry, Moe and Curly have gotten the greenlight from MGM Studios, and the Farrelly Brothers, the comedy team behind "There's Something About Mary" and "Dumb and Dumber," are now casting their slapstick dream.
However, that doesn't make me loathe the world. Just selected inhabitants of it.
This is one of the few reasons I'm happy to live in a neighborhood with a homeowner's association. There are "no earlier than" and "no later than" dates for this stuff, and they'll fine your ass for it.
And what kind of sick pervert puts a Santa blow-up doll out on the porch? What you and inflatable Santa do in the privacy of the bedroom is your business, Mr. Hypnoangel's Neighbor, but think of the children. THE CHILDREN!
Great, Max, now I have visions of sugarplum tentacles dancing through my head.
"Ho, ho, ho... oh no! That's not how you stuff a stocking! That's very naughty..." Okay, I know that's completely not right at all. Now I'm starting to feel sorry for Mr. Hypnoangel's Neighbor for that tentacoo wape thought...