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I think it was very good. I didn't really think so until I saw it working pretty well in the end. I was not happy at first with the in-leiascully-nausea-inducing keanu sex. I mean, what kind of christ figure is he? But, eh..

Some friars were behind on their belfry payments, so they opened up a
small
florist shop to raise funds. Since everyone liked to buy flowers from
the
men of God, a rival florist across town thought the competition was
unfair.
He asked the good fathers to close down, but they would not. He went
back
and begged the friars to close. They ignored him. So, the rival
florist
hired Hugh McTaggart, the roughest and most vicious thug in town to
"persuade" them to close. Hugh beat up the friars and trashed their
store,
saying he'd be back if they didn't close up shop. Terrified, they
did so. Thereby proving that Hugh, and only Hugh, can prevent florist
friars.

Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which
produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very
little,
which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from
bad
breath. This made him .....what?
(Oh, man, this is so bad, it's good)
A super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
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blaaah.

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darryn
May. 30th, 2003 06:28 pm (UTC)
That's my second favorite punchline. My favorite being: "I left my harp in Sam Clams' disco."
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