Fallehuckinglujah is my comment on the power of words; it's a bastardization of Hallef***inglujah, which I am wont to say in moments of joy but cannot because of the f*** part. If, however, I switch the f and the h it retains the same feeling but is no longer obscene. Same feeling, same letters, only two letters switched but one is verboten and the other is, well, not

Conversation at a garage sale

26 June 2017 by admin

Customer: “I like your Boba Fett tshirt. How much?” 

Owner: “It’s not for sale. You’d have to kill me to get it. Or just shoot me and take it. The bloodstains on the tshirt would probably increase its bounty hunter mystique. “Wanted dead or alive.” 

Customer: “No, really, how much?” 

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