The Smurfs

[seriousfic]

Something about the indignity of having a workplace with a "Smurf Day," consisting of sexually mature adults being painted blue and dressed as Smurfs, or indeed even being given Furry-style suits, turns me into Eddie Murphy circa cocaine. Here are a few samples of my reign of terror. Can you guess all the pop culture references?

-What gives you the right to tell Green Lantern what to do?

-(to female co-worker whose costume consisted of facepaint, a blue shirt, and white pants) Are you a boy Smurf or a topless girl Smurf?

- How could you turn on Professor X? He was like a brother to you!

- Oh, Neytiri, I cried so hard when they blew up Home Tree.

- Are you now or have you ever been a Communist?

- (to Papa Smurf) Why are you the only old Smurf?

- Why'd you leave the X-Men? They could've used you during the Last Stand!

- Are you really blue or just cold?

- Is Skeletor just an undead Smurf?

- Is the Cookie Monster just a Smurf with body hair?

- Are you small and blue all over?

- It burns when I smurf, should I see a doctor?

- What do you wear after Labor Day?

- (to Papa Smurf, who replies) "What color do your balls turn when you get horny?" "I don't get horny, I'm old." "Can't you take a little blue pill?"

Comments

[greyandgold.livejournal.com]

Awesome! But were you wearing black and red leather at the time? That deserves bonus kudos