“Jesus, give it a break, George, it’s supposed to be a ‘crash test dummy,’ not a ‘crash test idiot!'”
“Ha-ha, Frank, ‘give it a break!’ Ain’t that pretty much what he’s already clearly doing here?”
“Urrgh! Ooohhh, wow… Okay, you guys, who’s got a pointy little head now?”
“Whoa, George, I gotta admit that you sure taught us a real lesson here! Yeah, that you’re a lot stupider than I thought!”
And in this picture, folks, we see George attempting to teach his house who’s the boss by trying to headbutt it into submission.
“Come on, boy, we didn’t literally mean that you should knock yourself out! Geez, did you ever hear of a ‘figure of speech?'”
“Hey, shall we tell him?”
“Aw, hell no, this is just way too much fun watching George trying to demonstrate for us ignorant morons his interpretation of ‘mind over matter!'”
“Hold it, that’s quite enough, son, you do certainly qualify! Now, all we need is ten more idiots like him and we’ll have ourselves a pretty swell team!”
“My God, have things changed over time! Damn, when I was around his age, I released steam by getting drunk and going to whorehouses!”
“All right, George, you seem to have tested that football helmet well enough. Okay, now it’s time to get around to the other twenty-three before the game tomorrow.”
“Look, George, stop being so damn stubborn now, and just go to the hardware store and buy yourself a real hammer!”
“Bah, please shut your big mouth there, Frank, today was seeming mighty boring until ol’ George here started doing these uproarious house repairs of his!”
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