if you dont pull over im going to scream

if you dont pull over im going to scream rape out this window

said the elderly solicitor to his octogenarian companion. "What?" replied his ancient friend, struggling to hear over the roar of the jet engine, "You'll have to speak up, I'm a li

ver-spotted old contankerous SOB!" The elderly solicitor cocked his ear. The octogenarian companion decided to sign him. He was trying to say "Give me a cheese sandwich and a

and a coke." but with the oxygen mask it sounded like he was hitting on the young drive through attendant. "Sorry I don't think this conversation is age appropriate sir." The old

coot cast aspersions on his Scythian forefathers involving kumquats. The manager had the young drive-thru attendant man the trap "door" while he kept the old coot busy. At the last

when the manager had enough of the aspersions cast on his Scythian ancestors and couldn't stand to hear the word 'kumquat' one more time, he signaled the drive thru attendant, who

couldn’t multitask and dumped a milkshake into the drive-thru customer’s lap. “Kumquat!” the attendant said, “I’m so kumquat, sir!” The manager thought, ‘There’s that word again…'

The manager took this to be a sign that he should offer kumquat milkshakes. But when he went to the Food Dictator store, there were none to be found, so he decided to use persimmon

and say it was kumquat. "Nobody can tell the difference!" he thought. He was wrong. "Viva la revolution!" the crowd chanted as they tore down a statue of the manager, "Dictators

, Dictators! Please! Banana or Kumquat Republic, whichever. Can’t we just get along? (The dictators slouched in their folding chairs.) Group hug okay? Same time next week.