Another victim of the Spork Revolution. Viva La Spork!
“Seriously? Damn it!” He glared at the detached piece of plastic in his hand. “I fucking swear to God, plastic is killing us in so many ways, we don’t even realize.”
“Please. Don’t start.” Patty’s interjection disappeared in the sea of Bingo’s anger.
If you think this ape looks like all the other apes, you just may be an apist.
On that fateful day, The Big Ape® arrived on Earth, Washington D.C. to be specific. His mission was simple and true. Make peace with the humans or kill trying. He descended slowly in a beam of bright yellow light. He held up his hands brandishing peace signs with his grossly large fingers. His posture made him look like President Richard Nixon®. Many people instinctively ducked in fear of having feces flung at them. The watching world wanted to know one thing: What the hell was this?
Brickhouse® came this close to suing Commodores for the song, “Three Times A Lady”.
Brickhouse® was about to be walloped hard in the kisser by his nemesis, The Clobber Meister®, in the form of a classic wind-up Sunday punch, rapidly approaching and since this was Jupiter’s gravity, the impact would be immeasurable, as in devastating. Typically, this would be no big whup, but Brickhouse® was clearly distracted. As we all know, his strength, in this case, invulnerability, requires complete concentration.
Green mustaches are never a good idea, but this is the safest way to do it.
Nick O’Brien wore the handlebar mustache like an idiot wears a shit-eating grin, for no good reason. Since today was St. Patrick’s Day, he dyed it green. It would forever change and ruin his life.