Archive for the ‘Phelps’ Phunny’ Category.
Prescience
Just going through the archives and saw this. It amused me even though it shouldn’t.
I couldn’t decide
Red beer
I now await the hate mail from lovers of Bud Lite.
Don’t worry, Mikey, Bud Light drinkers can’t read and we won’t tell them.
Hondurans Pick a Leader
Jules: I don’t wanna hear about no mother-fucking ifs. All I wanna hear from your ass is, “You ain’t got no problems, Jules. I’m on the mother-fucker. Go back in there, chill them niggas out, and wait for the cavalry, which should be coming directly.”
Marsellus: You ain’t got no problems, Jules. I’m on the mother-fucker. Go back in there and chill them niggas out, and wait for The Wolf who should be coming directly.
Jules: You sending the Wolf??
Marsellus: Oh, you feel better, motherfucker?
Jules: Shit, negro, that’s all you had to say.
