(Deep inside Communist Martyrs High School)
Man with an Hispanic accent: Hiya, kiddo!
Porgy Tirebiter: 'Shoes for industry' compadre.
Man: Hehehe sure. Hey you guys holding?
Porgy: Gosh no! The means of production are held by all of the people.
Bottles: That's right.
Man: Ah no, man. Y'know, got any uppers?
Porgy: No, there are no classes in our society.
Mudhead: Or in our high school.
Bottles: Quiet, stupid.
Man: C'mon baby, you can tell me. You got any pot?
Porgy: Oh not yet. But soon, heavy industry will make it possible for all the people to have everything it desires in a free marketplace.
Man: Oh Daddyo, you guys are so crazy!
This was prompted by a long chain of thought after I accused someone over at Maggie's of resorting to hand-waving as an argument. The comment in bold from Firesign Theater came to me.
3 comments:
Nice stab from the past!
... and I think we're all bozo's on this bus.
Read me, Dr. Memory!
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