Hitler Fucked Celery
March 2nd, 2008Dissertation on Celery:
I hate Celery. Celery murdered my parents, knocked up my sister, and broke my brother’s R.E.M CD!… Well I was actually glad of that last part, but I digress.
It is the worst of the vegetables, if it’s even a vegetable.
You can’t trust Celery. Two years ago I loaned Celery 20 bucks, and he still hasn’t paid me back. Celery just makes lame excuses, like:
“I’m Celery, I can’t get a job, everyone’s a vegetable bigot. It’s fruit everyone loves, not vegetables.”
News flash Celery, the reason everyone hates you is that you taste like crunchy water, and you never pay people back, and you slept with Hitler. Oh yeah, I can’t prove Hitler fucked Celery, but you all know he did.
One day walking around the Reichstag, Hitler notices Celery sitting at a little coffee shop across the way. Celery of course has one of those gay self important college boy Vandyke’s, and is reading some pretentious boring piece of literature like “The Grapes of Wrath,” or “Plato’s Republic,” or “Charlotte’s Web.”
“Charlotte’s Web” is communist drivel. Pigs are for eating, good eating at that, but I digress. So college student Celery is reading his little book, and drinking his little espresso at the pretentious coffee shop, when Hitler comes up.
Hitler: Ah, I see you like to read political literature.
Celery: Yes!
Hitler: I wrote a political book, do you mind if I sit down?
Then with out waiting for an answer, Hitler sits down straight on Celery. And poor old Celery goes right up Hitler’s poop shoot, as Hitler lets out a giant smile and a soft sigh. Then to his chagrin he sees Eva Braun across the way looking really pissed off.
Eva: Hitler!!! Not again!