Diari Hartanah

No Argument Here

No argument here.

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! Oh sure! Blame the wizards! You’ve killed me! Oh, you’ve killed me! Too much work. Let’s burn it and say we dumped it in the sewer.

A true inspiration for the children. Really?! This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. Tell her she looks thin.

OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can.

I was having the most wonderful dream. Except you were there, and you were there, and you were there! Is that a cooking show? Shut up and take my money! No, she’ll probably make me do it. I could if you hadn’t turned on the light and shut off my stereo.

  1. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it?
  2. So I really am important? How I feel when I’m drunk is correct?
  3. Shut up and take my money!

Really?!

And I’m his friend Jesus. And then the battle’s not so bad? Just once I’d like to eat dinner with a celebrity who isn’t bound and gagged. Ummm…to eBay? I love this planet! I’ve got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring.

  • Fry, you can’t just sit here in the dark listening to classical music.
  • The alien mothership is in orbit here. If we can hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate.
  • I meant ‘physically’. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually?

This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. Yeah, lots of people did. We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised. I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool. Would you censor the Venus de Venus just because you can see her spewers?

Who said that? SURE you can die! You want to die?! Shinier than yours, meatbag. Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Okay, I like a challenge.

Bender, you risked your life to save me! Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems. Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. She also liked to shut up! So, how ’bout them Knicks?

I saw you with those two “ladies of the evening” at Elzars. Explain that. I don’t want to be rescued. Oh sure! Blame the wizards! Hey, whatcha watching? Oh, you’re a dollar naughtier than most.

One hundred dollars. I suppose I could part with ‘one’ and still be feared… Bender! Ship! Stop bickering or I’m going to come back there and change your opinions manually! My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book ‘Earth in the Balance”, and the much more popular ”Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth’, we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards.

You can see how I lived before I met you. Yeah, lots of people did. No. We’re on the top. Is the Space Pope reptilian!?

A sexy mistake. Belligerent and numerous. I meant ‘physically’. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? I could if you hadn’t turned on the light and shut off my stereo.

Why would I want to know that? That’s the ONLY thing about being a slave. Whoa a real live robot; or is that some kind of cheesy New Year’s costume? Fry, we have a crate to deliver.

Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. That could be ‘my’ beautiful soul sitting naked on a couch. If I could just learn to play this stupid thing. Your best is an idiot! I love you, buddy!

THE BIG BRAIN AM WINNING AGAIN! I AM THE GREETEST! NOW I AM LEAVING EARTH, FOR NO RAISEN! Please, Don-Bot… look into your hard drive, and open your mercy file! Take me to your leader! In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms.

I’m a thing. For the last time, I don’t like lilacs! Your ‘first’ wife was the one who liked lilacs! Hey, guess what you’re accessories to. Check it out, y’all. Everyone who was invited is here. Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp. Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords. Cruel though they may be…

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