Don't believe me? Well, cast yer good peeper on these...only a select few of Popeye's Greatest Hits:
Say, just who did teach Popeye to punch like that? Well, he learned from the best in the business—his dad, Poopdeck Pappy...who likes to punch...um...shall we say, more defenseless targets...:
Bahlactus will gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.
(Say! This is my 900th post on this blog!)
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3 comments:
Happy 900... Damn! And it was quite the entertaining post as well.
Now if you'll excuse me, I shall resume lurking.
Wait? Olive Oyl is a shemale?
Congrats on 900 Bully, and just out of curiosity...what exactly did poor Olive DO to Pappy, anyway?
(Popeye's reaction isn't much of an improvement, is it? "...wait, Dad, stop, you mustn't...")
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