Tencologias de la Información

Tencologias de la Información

¡El Moss agarra a Roy que trata de alimentar el balde del pollo a la llama! ¡Joy quiere comprar zapatos de la llama especiales por su llama!

The foregoing message was intended to be painted on an anti-immigration billboard. One man wouldn't stand for it. One man was going to make them pay. That man was none other than

Colonel Mustard, who would never hire anyone who liked ketchup. He did make dogsup, which had a real zing to it. Hot dogs lined up to get some of it on them inside the buns.

"Mmmm. inside the buns..." *Drool*, "Um, sorry, you there the wiener dog, you've been chosen for a complete dogsup makeover photoshoot. Come with me", said Col. Mustard.

He took the hot dog into the Ballroom. There on the floor was the corpse of Mr. Boddy! "Christ, not again" said Col. Mustard. He turned to the wiener. "Sorry, but we'll have to

put you down." "Sticks and stones may break my bones," said the hot dog, "but if you're talking about euthanasia, I am out of here!" With that, he scuttled away, dragging his buns

across spilled malted vinegar and leaving a wet bread trail. One of the bystanders, an elderly lady, stepped forward and dropped a 10 dollop note in his cup. "Thank you", she whis

"I will love you through eternity. Will you marry me?" She hesitated for one fateful moment, then threw caution to the wind. "YES!" He picked her up, swung her around, & they LHEA!