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“Be always on the phone, so that when the devil calls, he will get your voicemail.”-St. Jerry Fortune 500 CookieJust because you don't like the message, don't waste your time killing the messenger. John of Lancaster already took care of that for you 500 years ago. New scientific breakthroughs now make it possible to wash your hair while it's still attached to your head: no more tedious cutting and re-attaching with naval knots. Try to remember: Chex are for breakfast, checks are for paying bills. You will mix those up again this week. This week's lucky dogs: Lassie's offspring still living off residuals, all Irish breeds, and the two-legged one-balled variety.Try again later. QVC Top Sellers
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