ap21 in idea barrages

You won’t be able to put this construction-site simulator video game down, it’s absolutely riveting.

If you’re a stripper in northern New York, consider the stage name “Wintry Mix”. For like five months, every weather report will be an ad for you.

Everybody’s talking “Biblically Accurate Angel This” and “Biblically Accurate Angel This” but no one is positing the idea of a television show, probably on Ion, called “Touched By A Biblically Accurate Angel”.

I walked past the television, one of those awful reality shows, I think the one about mail-order brides, but God help me, the worst part was that one of the people spelled their name “Anny”. I’ve never seen an Ann go with that spelling in my life and I never want to again.

A Pepsi executive from 1985 is discovered in the jungle, with a long scraggly beard, still terrified of execution for going AWOL. He was so busy running, he had no idea the Cola Wars ended decades ago and amnesty was declared. All those wasted years.

It’s a shame MAD Magazine died before the Marvel movies reached their heights. We could’ve had parodies like BLECH WIDOW and THE BLECH PANTHER.

Republican Cavemen would be like “Wheel? I refuse to accept the wheel! You’re outlawing my legs! Anyone that uses a wheel is trying to throw my legs in jail! Help help, your more efficient use of work energy is oppressing me in particular!”

Why say “afterbirth” when you could say “post-natal drip”?