Vote Astro

[Bocaj Claw]

Fritz voted no on puppies, no on love and yes on cancer. Fritz wants to put surveillance bugs up your ass. Yes, yours.

Vote Astro. He probably won't stick anything up your pooper.

[osprey]

Astro will support birds in becoming the one true dominant race. I support him in this.

[nickspoon]

Vote Astro. He probably won't stick anything up your pooper.

Oh.

[baloki]

Someone already took the Sparta joke...

[Tom Flapwell]

Bocaj, what's with the hook? Are you a Dr. Hutchinson fan?

[Ibun]

Bocaj, what's with the hook? Are you a Dr. Hutchinson fan?

*high five for the awesome reference*

[Bocaj Claw]

Bocaj, what's with the hook? Are you a Dr. Hutchinson fan?

What's not with the hook? Do you expect me to scratch my back with my fingers like the rest of you plebes what with your grasping appendages and your orgies and you Nintendo entertainment systems!

[Rooster]

Osteriches

[Bocaj Claw]

Dear Steve, he's right! How could we and Ibun been so foolish?

[Tom Flapwell]

Bocaj, what's with the hook? Are you a Dr. Hutchinson fan?

*high five for the awesome reference*

Thanks. I'm impressed you could high-five me from down there.

[Loeln]

Everyone thinks they're such sweet little things.

Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

Soft downy feathers and nice little wings.

Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

But there's a poison I'd like to administer;

You think they're cuddly, but I think they're sinister!

Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.



What are they doing at night in the park?

Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

Think of them waddling about in the dark!

Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

Sneering and whispering and stealing your cars,

Reading pornography, smoking cigars!

Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.



Nasty and small: undeserving of life.

Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

They'll sneer at your hairstyle and sleep with your wife.

Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

Dressed in plaid jackets and horrible shoes,

Getting divorces and turning to booze!

Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.



Forcing old ladies to throw them some bread.

Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

Who could deny, they'd be better off dead?

Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

Look closely and you will recoil in surprise

At web-footed fascists with mad little eyes!

Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

[Dr. Dos]

I voted for Kanjorski and he won.