Anachronisms

[Eater of Clowns]

Enjoying this IMMENSELY.   

[Jenne]

Liking the "HAW HAW" especially--rooting for Lefty and Pancho!

[Luna]

Dok?  Please turn down the UFO's quake ray if you're going to test it in DC...  the earth moved way up HERE...

[iarmit]

Something tells me Dok wrote a rejected script for Cowboys and Aliens.
Oh, and I am a little ashamed to admit I had to GIS Marisa Miller... though,
now, I am glad I did  

[Doktor Howl]

Something tells me Dok wrote a rejected script for Cowboys and Aliens.

And the 2011 award for backhanded compliments goes to...(drum roll)...

[Phox]

Awesome, Dok. 

[Doktor Howl]

Rush Limbaugh stood beneath the alien vessel, more than a little apprehensive.  Sure, he was proud to be vindicated in his beliefs from the obviously superior aliens, but they WERE aliens, after all.

A bright light surrounded him, and he began to slowly rise into the air.  Very slowly.  A weird noise came out of the spaceship, sort of like an engine laboring too hard.  The light went out, and he was unceremoniously dropped on his ass.

In the command center set up on the White house lawn, the radio crackled to life with the alien's voice.  "He's too fat.  Try Michael Moore."

Up in the alien vessel, even the communications officer was laughing, in his own alien way.  The erstwhile commander of the aliens stared at him like he had caught an infection of some kind.

"What's wrong with you, communicator?"

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

The commander turned to Lefty.  "What have you done to him?"

"Nothing, man.", gasped Lefty, "I can't help it if you have no sense of humor."

"Well, if you hadn't demonstrated psychic abilities during that game of 'poker', everything would be fine.  We'd be performing our jobs and studying your planet."

"You ARE studying our planet.  You'll learn a lot more about us this way, than by jamming rods up peoples' arses."

The commander looked thoughtful for a moment.

The communicator broke in, yelling something in their language.

"What's he on about?", asked Pancho.

"He says the mother ship has returned early.  We are doomed."

"Well, take us up.  May as well get a look."

An hour later, the mother ship appeared on the screen.  It was four miles long, about, and bristling with what might be weapons, or possibly communications devices.

"eeeeeeeeeeeeeee", from Lefty.

Pancho stood in what appeared to be a rapturous trance.

"eeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

Pancho looked over at Lefty, who seemed to be in utter bliss.  "Do...do you know what, Lefty?"

"We gotta...we gotta...WE GOTTA ROB THAT THING!"

"Damn straight, Lefty.  Hey, alien dude, take us in."

To be continued.

[Triple Zero]

Oh, YEAH

[Adios]

I quite literally pissed myself, so happy to be wearing a diaper! 

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

OMG laughing so hard co-workers think I'm crying.....

MUST BREATHE.......

[Adios]

You don't think we need Butch and Sundance to pitch in here? 

I can't stop laughing.

[Luna]

"He's too fat."      

This is a work of beauty, Dok!

[Adios]

"He's too fat."      

This is a work of beauty, Dok!

The really funny part of that was being replaced by Michael Moore. 

[Doktor Howl]

"He's too fat."      

This is a work of beauty, Dok!

The really funny part of that was being replaced by Michael Moore. 

Yeah, I wanted to poke fun at them as cultural icons, not political figures.

[Freeky]

Oh man.  So awesome.