Slang of The Future

This conversation takes place in a milk bar on th' moon of Ganymede in 2355!! Yeah, huh?

Joe: Dude, my cheneys are itching.

Hank: Man, you shouldn't have bushed that condoleeza on Ceti Prime. You probably got wolfowitzes from her cunningham.

Joe: I hope not. My girlfriend would go coulter on my hastert.

Hank: Well, until you get it checked out don't even think about foleying my rove.


Blogger Kevin Wolf said...

Holy shit. In the future, some guy is gonna be named Hank. That's weird!

11:09 AM  

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