Wednesday, August 20, 2008
The Player
Statler: He’s a player.
Waldorf: How do you know?
Stalter: It says so on his shirt!
Waldorf: It says something else on the inside of his shirt.
Statler: What’s that?
Waldorf: That he’s a smelly hunk of testicular douche-poo!!
Statler and Waldorf: Ahahahahaha!!
Lil’ Head: Can I pipe in here?
Statler and Waldorf: Of course, Lil’ Head.
Lil’ Head: I would parasail through the Northern Lights at dawn over the snow capped Fjords just for the chance to have chill arctic winds from frosty icicles across my Lil’ Head made from 1/100th a percent exhumed sweat cast off from her underarms by her hairdryer in a hotel in Palm Springs.
Statler and Waldorf: Well said, Lil’ Head. Well said.
