Excuse Me Posted by quo1 on May 6, 2013 Posted in: Cartoon, Humor, Musings. Tagged: aroma therapy, attraction, biology, dating, pheromones, smell. 36 Comments AdvertisementShare this:ShareTwitterRedditPinterestFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Posts navigation ← Spring Cleaning Take That, You Little Green Bastards →
Are you sure?
Pretty sure. I only throw out toxic nacho gas.
I’ve been known to get Doritosis.
That’s a nasty affliction to have. I had an awful case of enchilada mud butt once.
I’ve heard that can be pretty common for people who travel to Mexican restaurants.
Yeah. I stopped eating enchilada’s though. Now I stick with chimichonga’s mostly because it is fun to say.
And they taste awesome.
They do, especially with a margarita.
Death by heartburn.
I swear sometimes even water gives me heartburn. My drunken Cinco de Mayo days are over.
That’s because today is May 6th?
I don’t party quo. I am an official fuddy duddy.
Good for you. I have found the most intoxicating substance in the universe to be our own willingness to face the world straight.
Does smoking the reefer count?
I didn’t say we humans had to be straight. I just said I find life more exhilarating when I am. I also, however, find it pretty fun when I’m not. Alcohol is a poison and is legal. The reefer is not a poison and illegal. Sounds a little mismanaged to me. Let us not forget Dick and Jane’s fight to legalize Spot.
I am a proud supporter of the legalization of marijuana, because I smoke it to help manage my pain from the cursed Fibromyalgia. Seems to me I should be able to buy a pack of Mary Jane lights, hard pack from the gas station, but alas I cannot because the world is stupid.
Outlawing the herb is absurd.
You are a poet and didn’t know it. Or then again you did know it. I am too high to give a shit actually.
You’ve got the floaties.
Followed soon afterwards by the munchies, which brings us back to doe, a deer, a female deer.
Doh, a rito, a Doh-rito. Mmm…Doritos.
You love you some Dorito’s yo.
You should endorse them quo, then maybe they would send you a years supply.
A year’s supply would only last me a day.
Your fingers would be orange forever.
Oompa Loompa Syndrome.
“What do you do when your fingers are orange? Chewing Doritos’ all day long. I don’t like the look of it.”
“Who do you thinks to blame? The mother and the fah-ahther”.
“You will live in happiness too, like the Oompa Loompa doopity doo.” Best movie ever.
You won’t get an argument from me on that one.
The new Oompa’s suck.
They are stoopa loompas.