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!

The CDM 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.

Anonymous said...

That's really a shitty situation!

The CDM said...

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

Anonymous said...

The shit is really gonna hit the fan now!

The CDM said...

Okay, potty mouth.

Anonymous said...

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

Anonymous said...

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

The CDM 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

Marissa said...

Oh, the SMELL!!!

Anonymous said...

Yeah...but it's a gas.

The CDM said...

Light a match, it works!

Chatterness 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...