(in the mayor quimby voice) and if, ah, elected i promise, er, more anal sex, and then, uh, pulling it out, and er, squirtin' it on the, ah, back. thank you.
watchu talkin' 'bout keiko? i'm raisin' them damn kids, once i can afford 'em. don't know what the wife wants to do, but i can't leave the raising of my seed to the caprice of some infernal female... she could get post partum depression, start guzzlin' anti-derpressants, and then we'd have that damn tom cruise up in our shit... no thanks...
seriously, call me old fashioned, but i'm not letting those kids outta my sight until they can single handedly best large predator animals with their bare hands... (so at least until their 6-7, or so...)
no, no... the raising of the young is far to important to be left to the vaugiers of 'parenting'... the breeding masters will select genetically promising pairs, and allow them to procreate, either in the traditional form, or in vitro... then the newly liberated fetus', once their gestation period has run it's course will be transfered to the Halls of Discipline, where their young minds, and bodies will be molded, honed, and tempered into the living weapons, and scientific geniuses that the citizens of Busteronia have come to rely on for their salvation during these coming Ecological Endtimes...
...that, and i'll tax the fucking catholic church... the other churches too, but the pope gets the shaft first.
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