> > Don't forget: trees GROW! We need muther farking lumbjackasses to cut down dem > trees > > for wood. And what do you do with wood? (the tree kinds, not the man kinds) Build! > > Pissant builders to build those barges... & cruiseliners, rafts, & oars. Lots of > oars > > for the peon oarsman to row them behemoth liners all around the planet. Show them > how > > good we got it here. And to keep those poor hungry huddled bastards out we'll build > a > > big wood fence, with towers and bows & arrows! Only let in who we want to work for > > us... > > No...no. I'll let the poor hungary bastards in...but they gotta do our laudary. They > gotta bring tamales too. I love tamales.
I've got a mule and 'er name is Sal, 5730 miles on the Italie Canal. Feed 'er tamales, and she's a pal, 15 years on the Italie Canal. We've hauled some biatches in our day, filled with batches and froods and hey.
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