Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Houston, We Have A Problem


Try this one out: You're up in space...alone...no plumber...and the shitter's full!!! Not to mention, it's the only one. Calls have already been made to the residence of Randy Quaid to make the trip up and kick them turds to the curb. Grab your Meister Brau and stogies, don't forget to shake your hose.

I'm glad I'm not an astronaut. What a load of crap!

15 comments:

Whiner Girl said...

That's gotta suck! Talk about being in a bind!

Complaint Department Manager said...

No shit...

California Girl said...

Ok - the old say goes - if they can send a man to the moon.......

Sheesh, you'd think this would be the one thing that they would check, double check and then check again, to make sure it works. Yuck.

Kim said...

That's really a shitty situation!

Complaint Department Manager said...

If I were them, I'd be feeling a bit flush by now.

Kim said...

The shit is really gonna hit the fan now!

Complaint Department Manager said...

Okay, potty mouth.

Kim said...

When they land do you think they'll land in FLUSHING, NY? ;-)

Kim said...

Well...I'm just going with the flow, here.

Complaint Department Manager said...

These puns are going down the drain.

Don't know about where they'll land, but when they get off, I'm sure they'll be pissed

Wildhair said...

Oh, the SMELL!!!

Kim said...

Yeah...but it's a gas.

Complaint Department Manager said...

Light a match, it works!

CHATTI PATTI said...

Holy Shit!

dr sardonicus said...

Meister Brau? They still brew that swill? I haven't seen any since I moved down here to Hillbilly Heaven. That stuff would give anybody the shits...