Showing posts with label Fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fear. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Pinochet & Konundrum

Besides liberty and freedom, what Tubba misses most from the second Bush administration is Star Wars.

Not the movies. I annexed 7.5 GB of Jeremy's iPhone to house permanent copies of both Star Wars films. Notice how I say both, as in two. Can't throw all strikes, George.


No; what I miss is the Star Wars program at which I was employed as Chief Scientific Officer until the Communists shut it down.

Our ambitious plan was to thwart Soviet missiles by intercepting them with lasers.

Think of how safe you'd feel, knowing that you are blanketed in an invisible shield that has faked more than one successful trial. Sadly, the program is no more, damn commies.

But not to fear; sleep soundly at night, my friends. Tubba has a new solution, propelled by thousands of years of evolution. Not even Darwin could shut me down. Maybe Ben Stein.

Think: elephants. Giant, African elephants that sense danger and use their powerful trunks to shield you from earthquakes, missiles, crackheads, anorexics fishing for compliments, and dam breaks.

We just need to produce one elephant per person. Then, we need to break them, teach them that we are the master class and they are here to serve us. Then, we need to build special housing for them, provide barely adequate schooling, and demonstrate a pipeline for high-achievers that promotes false hope but keep them tirelessly invested in the system.

Text me for your coupon. First 100 get a free 1-month subscription to DirecTV.

Kisses,
Tub

Sunday, January 24, 2010

They Go Right to my Hips



It is no secret that Tubba retains lawyers. I only need one, but I like the sense of competition that redundancy instills on them. Yes, redundancy.

Sal meets me every four days at the Boston Market on Mass Ave. We do this for the following reasons:

1. Just one tip I picked up in 'Nam.

2. I like to fit Boston Market into my life. It's a company with a little thing called values.

3. Four is the highest Tubba counts. Time is money.

4. The end. (See item #3, above)

By "values," I mean 'chicken;' by "every four days" I mean 'when I text the bitch, he shows,' and by "the end" I mean 'get me some mo f'ing cashew butter.'

Now.