Whew! Just-in-time Match Game: Rabrrrrrr's late 'cuz he had __ kankle __ orangutan __ Tim Russert

[Rabrrrrrr]

There you go - fill in the blanks and make a story as to why I am so late posting the Wednesday Match Game game this week.

The more repulsive and creepy the better.

[Parche]

1. Match Game Rabrrrrr Style

Rabrrrrr's late'cuz he had to pull up his shorts after getting a 'Monica' from Ann Coulter, he felt a Rush from behind, and there was Sean Hannity with a evil grin on his face, what a kankle
he thought, Rabrrrrr was so happy it was over, then walks in that Meet The Press guy, and he
flatulates a huge Orangutan fart, gawd damn that Tim Russert.

:evilgrin: :evilgrin:
:hi:

[Gormy Cuss]

2. Rabrrrrrr's late 'cuz he had

emergency liposuction surgery to correct his horrid, disfiguring double kankle. It was the worst case of kankle on record -- one lower limb resembled an orangutan's inflamed arse, the other Tim Russert*.


*yes, it was a perfectly matched set.

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

3. Rabrrrrrr's late 'cuz he had

missed his flight after he noticed a strange-looking, slightly suppurating wen on his forehead when he glanced in the spittle-flecked mirror in the airport men's room while rinsing the fluids off his hands and straightening his mauve silk ascot after filleting and gutting the hapless Senator who, while Rabrrrrr was excretorily occupied in the next stall, slipped his size fourteen tassel loafer under the stall divider and gently nudged Rabrrrrrr's elaborately tooled emu-leather cowboy boot while peering through the glory hole in the stall wall -- and, quelle horreur, winking -- an offense Rabrrrrrr simply could not abide (not the nudging, which he rather enjoyed; just the winking), and accordingly Rabrrrrrr lured the hapless Senator into his stall and quickly dismembered him with the one-of-a-kind titanium hacksaw he had packed in his carry-on bag (the one with the chrome wheels and ice cream truck bells) for just such an eventuality, effortlessly smuggling it past the shuffling, sweaty TSA screener by distracting him with a flash grenade; and once he had reduced the Senator to manageable-sized chunks and flushed them down the toilet (one of those automatic ones that you have to move away from before they will flush, a feature Rabrrrrr found somewhat annoying under the circumstances), he went to tidy himself up and only then discovered the unsightly blemish that had suddenly appeared on his otherwise flawless porcelain brow, and, realizing that his flight was about to leave but being too vain to leave the restroom with a huge fulminating zit on his face, he lanced it with the only other implement he had, a plastic picnic fork, then mopped up the exudation and covered the gaping wound with a SpongeBob SquarePants band-aid he had previously ripped from the knee of an annoying four-year-old, and frantically dashed down the concourse, but unfortunately his flight had already departed, and as a result he was obliged to bide his time until the next flight in an uncomfortable orange plastic chair that was probably designed by Dr. Mengele, forced to contemplate the unlovely tattooed kankle of the one-legged four-hundred-pound circus freak who was trying to convince the harried gate agent that her cross-eyed pet orangutan was actually her somewhat challenged nephew who really should be given a boarding pass because he really wouldn't actually fling his feces at hardly anyone, until Rabrrrrrr finally managed to sooth his frayed nerves by closing his eyes and imagining a pack of wolverines devouring Tim Russert.

[DS1]

4. You!

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

5. LOL!

Thanks... :hi:

[Rabrrrrrr]

6. That, my friend, is pure poetry!!

:rofl:

:applause:

:thumbsup:

I especially love the bit about the flushing being annoying - I actually am annoyed at those automatic flushers in general, and to use that idea in a situation in which I'm flushing bits of body down the toilet and have to keep moving away to make it flush... well, yeah, that is fucking annoying!! I mean, yeah, that would be fucking annoying. Were I to do such a thing. Which I certainly haven't, and those photos are so blurry it could be anything, anyway, so stop saying that.

[Parche]

7. Hey

Mine is better..........:woohoo: :woohoo:

:hi:

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

8. Automatic toilets are the work of Satan.