Ragtime Piglet: Hey Hitlerdog lets dance!
Hitlerdog: Nein! Dancing is for artists and homosexuals!
Ragtime Piglet: Aww c,mon Hitlerdog kick up your Sunday shoes.
Hitlerdog: Get on ze train! Dancing is forbidden!
Ragtime Piglet: What about the time you hopped around when Paris was captured?
Hitlerdog: Oh well I guess that was fun. Hey, this isn't half bad. WEEEEE!
Ragtime Piglet: Conquest isn't everything Hitlerdog, you need to have fun sometimes because life is too short to get stressed out.
Hitlerdog: I have seen the error of my ways and will live the rest of my life in peace painting pictures of windmills.
I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
Cons: causes bad nightmares. I used to have to eat beef until I passed out to have these kind of terrors, but this machine does it for me every time I fall asleep inside it.
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