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Clearly my offensiveness is a genetic condition. Therefore, I have a disability and nothing is my fault. 
Seriously though, here’s some fun my teenage son had with photoshop he sent me.
Top X rejected flavors for chips.
I won’t post the others he sent. They’re unprintable…
Ah...like father like son....
At least that likely counts out any 'involvement' from 'the Milkman' ....;)
Oh, go on.... we're all a little twisted here... 
Speak for yourself!
I'll have you know I'm a lot twisted... worserer than a pretzel, even. 
Go ahead, were all adults here. Well, maybe I should say we all have accrued a sufficient number of years to be considered adults.
Huh!?!? Why...what...who...okay. Rant over. 
I believe I resemble that remark. 
harpo (the multidimensionally twisted knot)
As opposed to tongue tied and twisted earthbound misfit.
I like that song.
well... we ALL know that....
maybe a link to them... and a warning for the....non-twisted... 
most of us will have raised a teenage boy with a deranged sense of humour... it goes with the territory... 
I was raised with a deranged sense of humour....though in my day it was the Goons....then the Goodies....and finally Monty Python ...;)
yep... the trifecta of lunacy... 
and it's great how many people of our ilk.. make sure their kids have grown up with a decent diet of them as well...
harpo (the multidimensionally twisted knot)
Hmmm, I read this earlier and it got me to thinking.
What if the milkman is a complete nutter living on the lunatic fringe? 
Doesn't completely exclude him, then, does it? 
Then there's the coalman, the baker and the candlestick maker. 
Yup, saves stealing next door's cow.
Now there's a set of udders! Firm and supple, not saggy ... and Buttercup's so proud of 'em.
She don't let just anybody touch 'em. I'm her fave cos I always warm my hands and very gently pull her succulent teets.
Next thing ya know starkers will reinvent animal husbandry...with a little help from the redneck.
Nah, he's done that all on his own.... husbanding sheep and a few of them thar heiffers.
It's just like Little Johnny telling the class about his Summer vacation on his grandad's farm...
"Well I saw some sheep and some goats and some fuckers."
"What was that?" Shrieked the teacher.
"Fuckers, miss!"
"That can't be right." exclaimed the teacher
Well grandad called 'em effers, but I knew what he meant."
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