Listen, Base Jumper…

Listen, Base Jumper…


I served with Wile E. Coyote. I knew Wile E. Coyote. I sold anvils to Wile E. Coyote. I co-signed on Wile E. Coyote’s line of credit at Acme Corporation. I was Wile E. Coyote’s personal trainer. I lent Wile E. Coyote my supply of dehydrated boulders. Wile E. Coyote was a friend of mine. Base Jumper, you’re no Wile E. Coyote.

(Thanks to Gerard at American Digest for firing that one at us)

3 thoughts on “Listen, Base Jumper…”

  1. You have to respect a guy who lights his pants on fire and goes to work.

    There’s an analogy, or a moral, or something in this. Somewhere.

  2. So I guess the point is, if you have good reason to expect that at some time today, you will have to jump off of the side of a mountain while your clothes are on fire, you should wear Devold jockeys. I’m pretty sure I’m good.

  3. So if I understand this correctly, if my job requires me to jump off a mountain, try to hitch a ride on a helicopter, miss and have to parachute down, it’s best that I wear Devold clothing? Yeah – I think I’d rather be a plumber thank you very much.

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