Isaac DePlane![]() January 20, 2003 Isaac DePlane took off his brain
as it had grown heavy and his neck was tired. All filled up with stats and soluble fats his poor peachy brain became mired. "Catch you later, bitch!" he hucked his brain in a ditch and he felt wonderfully lightheaded. Until his eye began to twitch as he felt a phantom itch and he forgot about where he was headed. He wandered into a gas station and like a mad animation he drank down three pints of unleaded. He screamed out names of soups as he ran 'round in loops like a chicken very recently beheaded. Isaac DePlane rode a tugboat to Maine where he took off his pants in a hurry. And parading through town in a homemade mackerel crown he told folks "They're not live, don't worry." Speaking of fish made him hungry and wish he was eating a salmon-stuffed taco. But the townspeople were quick to tire of his shtick and they made him call his brother Rocco. He came with their cousin Dino in a rusty El Camino and took Isaac to go find his brain. When they did, Isaac cried since someone pissed on one side and it had been left out in the rain. But in the end he was pleased he no longer shit when he sneezed and now things didn't all taste like dreck. Though in a week he complained about being so inconveniently brained and the unbearable strain on his neck. ![]() Quote of the Day“Give a man a fish, he eats today. Hide a fish in his jacket pocket and watch him go batshit trying to find where the smell's coming from.”-John J. Jesusheimer Schmidt Fortune 500 CookieTurns out your suspicions are correct and that Maurice Sendak book has been about you all this time. Peer-to-peer file-sharing claims its first victim when Metallica shows up at your house to beat the shit out of you. Remember to practice what you preach, because your preaching has been really amateur lately. Lucky numbers are all in Spanish this week.Try again later. Most Painful Music Lawsuits
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