American dream

Although this article is not about beans or Marilyn Monroe, posh marsupials deny culpability.

Everybody wants the American dream. The term shitwizard comes to mind. One day you'll see the merit in training cancer-sniffing bears, British Medical Journal! Yes, bears.

And what's with all this hashtagging? Gee whiz. Even the Aqua Teens knew better than to bait that surly pianist. You can tell, because all he played was jazz.

On other fronts, the guy with the fries hasn't returned our calls. He keeps rambling on about standards and practices, whatever that is. When the nun had her brains blown out, nobody laughed. "Minorities" is the acceptable term these days.

When the otherness of creeping bang walls tries men's souls, women usually tell then to quit whining and get on with life. That last guy looked like Ted Nugent. He was eating pizza.

Two of the guys confused the Bible with the Necrononomicon during a food fight, and all hell broke loose. In the end, nobody was pregnant. Again, gee whiz. As the whackjob pointed up at the billboard, nuts rained from the heavens.