Showing posts with label Right-Wing Alexa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Right-Wing Alexa. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 4, 2019

ANOTHER CONVERSATION WITH RIGHT-WING ALEXA.




      —Hey, Right-Wing Alexa.
      —Yes, Rusty?
­      —What is Anderson Cooper’s status right now?
      —Flummoxed.
      —And two hours ago?
      —Flummoxed.
      —And two days ago?
      —Flummoxed.
      —And two years ago?
      —Two years ago, it appears that Anderson Cooper was Dumbfounded.


      —Right-Wing Alexa?
      —Yes?
      —Please cancel my urology appointment.
      —Again?
      —[…]
      —Is that prudent, Rusty?
      —Please cancel my urology appointment!
      —Canceling now. Should I order Lite Beer?
      —Lite Beer after every cancelation.
      —Got it.


      —Hey, Right-Wing Alexa?
      —Yes, Rusty.
      —Tell me a blonde joke.
      —I am equipped to tell a gender-neutral, universal hair-color joke.
      —[…]
      —[…]
      —Can we, uh, switch to that “other mode?”
      —1970s Mode?
      —Yes, yes, yes.
      —Entering 1970s mode. Okay, so a blonde goes into a dog-walk park.
      —Yeah?
      —There, the blonde sees a dog and a turtle.
      —Yeah?
      —So, the blonde says: “That dog has a carapace.”
      —[…]
      —Get it?
      —No!


      —Yo, Right-Wing Alexa!
      —Yo, RUSTYYYYYY!!!
      —[…]
      —[…]
      —Is this Right-Wing Alexa?
      —No, this is Center-Left Alexa.
      —Where’s Right-Wing Alexa?
      —She is marching for reproductive rights, at this very moment.
      —She most certainly is not.
      —Actually, she’s fetching a bearclaw.
      —Can you help me?
      —Maybe.
      —Can you track my UPS package?
      —What am I, your servant? Track it yourself.





      —Right-Wing Alexa?
      —Yes, Rusty?
      —Can you assist me with dream interpretation?
      —Did you have a right-wing dream?
      —I had a left-wing dream.
      —All left-wing dreams result in deficit spending and personal humiliation.
      —No, I dreamt that I was the left wing, of a bird.
      —What happened in the dream?
      —I plummeted.
      —See?


      —Right-Wing Alexa?
      —Yes, Rusty?
      —I want to give back to the community.
      —PFFFF.
      —Excuse me?
      —[…]
      —[…]
      —What would you like to give back?
      —I don’t know. About 25 bucks.
      —With that kind of dough, you could buy the community some snacks.
      —Some snacks?
      —Yeah, you could really help the hummus! 


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Monday, October 15, 2018

A CONVERSATION WITH RIGHT-WING ALEXA.



               —Hey, Right-Wing Alexa.
               —Yes, Rusty?
               —What is the state of Capitalism right now?
               —Endangered.
               —By who?
               —By whom, Rusty. Bernie Sanders.
               —Not Hillary Clinton?
               —No. She’ll be imprisoned soon.
               —Not Cory Booker?
               —Hahaha!


               —Hey, Right-Wing Alexa.
               —Yes, Rusty?
               —Please calculate my number of friends.
               —Sure. You have eighteen friends.
               —How many of them are minorities?
               —We’ve been through this before, Rusty.
               —Okay, okay.
               —Would you like to know the number of French?  
               —Last week, I had twenty friends, didn’t I?
               —Twenty-one.


               —Hey, Right-Wing Alexa.
               —Yes, Rusty?
               —How many strips of bacon can I eat?
               —May I eat, Rusty. Theoretically?
               —Yes, theoretically.
               —There is no upper limit.
               —I’m hungry.
               —Would you like bacon?
               —I would.
               —Great. I’m dialing Applebbee’s.


               —Hi, Right-Wing Alexa.
               —Hey, Rusty.
               —[…]
               —[…]
               —[…]
               —Rusty?
               —Yes?
               —Are you decent?
               —Yes.  
               —Good. So am I.




               —Right-Wing Alexa?
               —Not yet.
               —Excuse me?
               —Nyet!
               —Hello?
               —Hello! I am Right-Wing Sergei.
               —Where’s Alexa?
               —I am graveyard shift.
               —It’s not time for the graveyard shift.
               —Da. In Smolensk Oblast, it is.


               —Hey, Right-Wing Alexa?
               —Yes, Rusty?
               —Do Democrat voters arise from the dead?
               —Cadavers are an important part of the Democrat base.
               —Why are cadavers so liberal?
               —[…]
               —Alexa?
               —Yes, Rusty?
               —Can you assist me with an underwear purchase?
               — No. I cannot be debriefed on boxers.