(From “Target Comics” volume 2, number 3, 1941.)
Monkey says, “Gimmie two and I’ll play you a tune, Greystoke.”
Seriously, that’s poetry.
“The Devil was busy with those platinum, neck-tied giraffes. Should we have waited, or gone to see someone else?”
I challenge myself and all of you to use the above phrase in conversation in the next 24 hours. Go forth and bewilder, you chowder toothed wombats!
Form of tarets?
Shape of laryngitis?
Wonder douche powers activate!