But I wasn't sure how to execute it
That's right, otherwise it would be known as teethpaste
It has it’s frozen cons.
It is pronounced Frankfort.
I love to eat capitalization.
See... They're like two completely different sentences.
It's Dublin every day.
Frankfort
My dad just got me; he's been at it for 30 years
A Cairotractor
He's very fond of his chick in Kiev!
It's Dublin every day!
It's kinda hard.
If Adele ever decided to do a charity concert, she could call it Adele-Aid.
And if it were to take place in the capital of South Australia, it would be Adele-Aid Adelaide.
And if it were to be delayed, it would be a delayed Adele-Aid Adelaide.
And if it were so delayed that it had to be postponed until the next day, it would be a delayed Adele-Aid Adelaide a day late.
decapita-shin
"But I live in Kentucky, not Washington, DC!"
Then he shows me the empty packet of KY Jelly had smeared all over his morning toast.
I need a Plan B.
Not sure if I should get original or extra crispy.
and immediately crashes it, killing several people.
At the trial, the man is found guilty of multiple murders and sentenced to death.
Before he faces his sentence, he’s offered a last meal, and asks for a single banana, which is given to him.
The next day, he’s led to the electric chair. They strap him in, pull the switch, and... nothing happens.
There’s never been a failure before. But because you cannot punish a person twice for the same crime, the court is forced to let him go free.
Within a week’s time, naturally, the man, who is obsessed with trains, goes and steals another one.
He doesn’t care that he can’t drive it or that he failed catastrophically before; he is obsessed with trains and his only desire is to operate one. As before, he crashes it, and kills several people.
Again, he stands trial, and again, he is sentenced to death, showing no remorse, only delight that he got to operate the train.
His last meal request is a single banana. When he goes to the chair, the executioner pulls the switch, but nothing happens. He goes free again.
The train-obsessed maniac, once more on the loose, wastes no time in hijacking a train and crashing it.
His trial is speedy, because this has already happened twice, and he is sentenced to death.
They ask him what he’d like for his last meal. “A single banana,” he says.
“Oh, no you don’t, you son of a bitch. We’re on to you, now. We know all about your little banana trick, and you’re not escaping this time!”
The guards refuse his request, and instead serve him a standard last meal of steak, potatoes, and berry cobbler.
The next morning they strap him into the electric chair, pull the switch, and... nothing happens.
“Did you give him the banana?” demands the head guard.
“No, sir! He asked for the banana but we didn’t give it to him, we swear!” says one of the guards.
Turns out the banana had nothing to do with anything. He was just a really bad conductor.
He was afraid of Capitalism.
Is llama bad?
Where can chickens overthrow capitalism? In a chicken coup
Under DC.
Authorities are saying it's race-related.
A Brussels spout
You'd think they were used to being stuck home
Because all proper tea is theft.
Bonus:
Why did Karl Marx write in all lowercase letters? He hated capitalism. Why did the student drop out of the communism class? Because of lousy Marx. He's more classless than a Marxist utopia.
I suppose they really like D.C.
So he came up with a plan: he would have his hump removed surgically and run as a horse in the Derby. He went online and finally found a plastic surgeon who would do the operation. And lo and behold, the first time he entered the Derby he won by 20 lengths!
Back in the desert, every time a camel friend would come over, he would boast pompously about his win, talking about nothing else. Pretty soon, his friends stopped coming over. So he has to go to the camel bar to see them.
Upon entering the bar, one of his tired friends says to another, "oh no! Here comes Hump free braggart."
They're both in Dhaka
THIS ONE WAS WRITTEN IN OSLO!
Kernel Saunders.
I felt like a new man, walking about with my new inSeouls.
Because he does not like coarse sand.
Guess I’m in for some punishment.
The air is clean and the neigh-bors are pretty cool.
who nose who did that
Lettuce, because lettuce is always a head
would she be Prague-nant?
One may say they're kind of salty.
It's Dublin every day!
