If Elvis was Hitler?
Well, it’s one for the money,
Two for the show,
Three to get ready,
Now go, Panzer, go.
But don’t you step on my Concentration Camp.
You can do anything but lay off of my Concentration Camp.
Well, you can invade my Poland,
Bomb my Dresden,
Land on my Atlantic Coast
All over the place.
Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh,
Stalin, lay off of my camps
Don’t you step on my Concentration Camps.
You can do anything but lay off of my Concentration Camps.
You can crush my armies,
Steal my rocket designs,
Destroy my cities
From an old spitfire.
Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh,
Honey, lay off of my camps
Don’t you step on my Concentration Camps.
You can do anything but lay off of my Concentration Camps.
THE RESEMBLANCE IS UNCANNY
(No offense is intended by this post)
Superlative masterpiece
(Courtesy of http://flutterknife.tumblr.com/)
Resistance is futile, apparently.
Right now I have strange mental images of Gordon Brown as the Borg Queen from Star Trek. It is rather disturbing in fact.
Gordon Brown + Tight-fitting bodysuit = Horrid.
I think enough has been said.
Furthermore…
“Barack, I brought the olive oil.” Mussolini whispered seductively, his strong arms bulging with sweaty muscles.
Obama leaned back and grinned.
“Benito, we’ve talked about this. You’ve been dead since 1945.”
“Nothing can stand in the way of true love!”
As you can see, disturbing. TO THE MAX.
This man also posts my images, sometimes before, sometimes after me. Along with other lesser things. As well, the Mussolini x Obama nonsense is all his fault. ( Warning, contains slight amounts of nudity, it seems.)
My Blog is strictly PG.
Ukulele time
Ban Ki Moon’s head looks slightly distorted, ah well.
Ukulele is an odd word. EVen more odd when spelt ‘Ukelele’, as the Brits apparently do. I’m inclinmed to spell it ‘Ukelele’, but Firefox dictionary disapproves.
Another post or two shall appear this evening, stay tuned!
Compound interest is boring! 