…but sometimes after sailing across the ocean with my parents on their yacht to scold the U.N. because apparently they have jobs that allow them to take months off and support their mentally handicapped child being used as a political tool, then flying to various speaking engagements to scold everyone else who will listen, and then leaving my First Class train car to pose for a staged social media photo where I’m sitting dejectedly on the floor of another dirtier train car next to a pile of my luggage so I can play victim of “overcrowding” even though it doesn’t really support my agenda since an overcrowded train shows that train travel is already wildly popular. To top it all off I demand that everyone who doesn’t agree with me ought to be “lined up”….but not for the reasons you think…some Swedish reasons you wouldn’t understand.
A Møøse once bit Greta… No realli! She was Karving her initials on the møøse with the sharpened end of an interspace tøøthbrush given her by Svenge – her brother-in-law – an Oslo dentist and star of many Norwegian møvies: “The Høt Hands of an Oslo Dentist”, “Fillings of Passion”, “The Huge Mølars of Horst Nordfink”…
… because I was born here, and I was raised here, and dadgum it, I’m gonna die here, and no sidewindin’, bushwackin’, hornswaglin’, cracker croaker is gonna rouin me bishen cutter.
How dare I? How dare you, sir!
I dare to be stupid…
Security is obviously overrated.
Who is operating this site without a certificate?
We’re trying to work with the host on that. Please don’t tell the gubmit.
I double-dog dare, if you must know…
I dare to rip tags from furniture with impunity…
Sealy your fate.
I dare to utter “Basil” without hesitation…
That’s Basil, fool!
He who hesitates is lost… but is seldom wrong
Usually while wearing sunglasses and no pants.
…but sometimes after sailing across the ocean with my parents on their yacht to scold the U.N. because apparently they have jobs that allow them to take months off and support their mentally handicapped child being used as a political tool, then flying to various speaking engagements to scold everyone else who will listen, and then leaving my First Class train car to pose for a staged social media photo where I’m sitting dejectedly on the floor of another dirtier train car next to a pile of my luggage so I can play victim of “overcrowding” even though it doesn’t really support my agenda since an overcrowded train shows that train travel is already wildly popular. To top it all off I demand that everyone who doesn’t agree with me ought to be “lined up”….but not for the reasons you think…some Swedish reasons you wouldn’t understand.
“Things you wouldn’t understand. Things you couldn’t understand. Things you shouldn’t understand.”
— Greta (“Pee-Wee Hermann Goering”) Thunberg
A Møøse once bit Greta… No realli! She was Karving her initials on the møøse with the sharpened end of an interspace tøøthbrush given her by Svenge – her brother-in-law – an Oslo dentist and star of many Norwegian møvies: “The Høt Hands of an Oslo Dentist”, “Fillings of Passion”, “The Huge Mølars of Horst Nordfink”…
How dare you?
Super easy, barely an inconvenience.
How dare you?
Well I’m not saying Aliens may be involved at some level but… Aliens may be involved at some level.
How dare you?
spits How dare I what?
{Theme from “Wistful of Dolorous” plays, as the challenger looks close-up into the eyes of the Maniac With No Name}
How dare you?
Yo Momma said I could.
… because I was born here, and I was raised here, and dadgum it, I’m gonna die here, and no sidewindin’, bushwackin’, hornswaglin’, cracker croaker is gonna rouin me bishen cutter.
Because most of my instincts are reprehensible.