Norm Opens Up About Style
August 31st 2010 00:07
Norm, inarguably an argumentative son of a belch, has clashed angrily with a huge number of people wearing clothes that don't go together.
"I'm no fashion expert," Norm said, turning at the top of his walk and returning from whence he came, "but that doesn't mean I don't know what's goin' on."
Norm, probably more full of himself than a ball of socks, is wearing pretty thin on himself but has vowed to launch a new range of inappropriate labels this spring.
"Is Anti-Religious Soviet-Style Propaganda Back In?", Norm was asked by Karl Lagerfeld, which drew an ugly and ill-fitting response from the intelligent designer.
"God, I don't have to answer any more of these lauded questions, comrade," Norm said, pouring himself into a cup and coming apart at the seams, drinking to himself.
Big in Japan, where the average height is about three feet, Norm can't see why we're so opposed to whaling, after a face-to-face meeting with a calf, on death-row for endangering another species.
"Does any of this mean anything?" Norm, unusually open, asked himself as he thumbed through Das Kapital in German, before zipping himself up.
"My whips are sealed," he seemed to say, throwing away the key and turning to reveal a little number he had just "thrown together at the last minute," darlings.
"These shoes are killing my calves," the blubbering idiot went on to appear to say, as he desanguinated a couple of baby cows with a pair of flip-flops.
"I'm no fashion expert," Norm said, turning at the top of his walk and returning from whence he came, "but that doesn't mean I don't know what's goin' on."
Norm, probably more full of himself than a ball of socks, is wearing pretty thin on himself but has vowed to launch a new range of inappropriate labels this spring.
"Is Anti-Religious Soviet-Style Propaganda Back In?", Norm was asked by Karl Lagerfeld, which drew an ugly and ill-fitting response from the intelligent designer.
"God, I don't have to answer any more of these lauded questions, comrade," Norm said, pouring himself into a cup and coming apart at the seams, drinking to himself.
Big in Japan, where the average height is about three feet, Norm can't see why we're so opposed to whaling, after a face-to-face meeting with a calf, on death-row for endangering another species.
"Does any of this mean anything?" Norm, unusually open, asked himself as he thumbed through Das Kapital in German, before zipping himself up.
"My whips are sealed," he seemed to say, throwing away the key and turning to reveal a little number he had just "thrown together at the last minute," darlings.
"These shoes are killing my calves," the blubbering idiot went on to appear to say, as he desanguinated a couple of baby cows with a pair of flip-flops.
| 109 |
| Vote |
Comments (7)
Add Comments
