If you've ever been the most computer-savvy person in your office, or had to explain a newfangled piece of technology to your grandmother, then you'll probably get a good laugh out of this. If only SNL was as funny as this Norwegian sketch comedy show.
Einstein Must Be Rolling Over In His Grave
Thanks to this site every half-wit with a juvenile sense of humour (like me) can use poor Albert's image to make silly jokes. I almost feel guilty for doing this.
I said almost.
Now I'm definitely feeling guilty. And a little ashamed. But mostly sleepy, so I'm done for now. I wonder where I can find that church sign generator...
"The Star Titness"... I mean Witness!
(I mean progress)
Sergeant Peterson took one last look into the hotel room, then shut the door and turned to an obviously distracted Detective Wilkins.
“Sir, is it true what they’re saying down at the precinct?”
“What are they saying?”
“That she saw her husband hacked up with a meat cleavage.”
“Cleaver?”
“Right. Cleaver.”
"That’s right, Wilkins. The killer’s on the loose and she’s our only witness, so make sure you garter - I mean guard her carefully."
"Yes, sir. I'll do my breast. I mean best!"
"I know you will, Wilkins. You've never been negligee in your boobies."
"Sir?"
"Duties! Negligent in your duties."
"Oh. Spank you, sir. I mean thank you, sir."
"You're on your own until midnight, so keep your thighs -I mean eyes peeled, and make sure you call for backside - I mean backup if you see anyone lingerieing about."
"Uh, lingering, sir?"
"Yes, lingering."
Sergeant Patterson heaved a sigh, removed his hat, and wiped his sweaty brow.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go masturbate."
"Sir?"
"You heard me."
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