I don't judge him based on his nationality but it does make most of the jokes more explosive.

*rimshot*

This is Frankie in a nutshell:

1. Frankie says something completely asinine:

2. Everyone makes fun of Frankie.

3. Frankie claims he is smarter than everyone else.

4. ???

5. Profit.

The best part about frankie is that he still talks trash to grandma about her lack of ability to punish him after she takes his pants down and beats his ass with a gooseberry switch.


He's the premature ejaculat'r with the 3" poke at the gangbang strutting around like John Holmes.

The depth of Frankie's intellectual wit wouldn't fill the reservoir tip of a condom.





Slurpy-sales-Americans by culture want to feel "witty" or see themselves as clever tricksters. Frankie thinks he's a character in the boy and the Tiger.

Frankie's posts have so many layers of truth and meaning that you must peel them like an onion in order to really uncover the depths of his brilliance and appreciate the totality of his words' meanings.

Just as the Mona Lisa has been revealed, only through the use of sophisticated x-ray techniques centuries after its completion, to contain three paintings underneath, so are the postings of Frankie. In fact, I would wager that if one were so inclined as to screen print one of his posts onto canvas, x-ray fluorescence spectrometry would reveal that he is actually pontificating on everything from post-modernism to existentialism to rangers lone. Oh that we had the capacity to appreciate the full spectrum of his genius (genious?)...

Dude, Frankie is a lot smarter than everyone else. He just has a propensity to type really stupid shit on the internet. But if you hung out with him in RL, everything would be all smart-guy stuff, all the time. For instance, he could start a really giant bonfire and leap over that like the real Palestinians from his homeland but he's very conservative and builds a wee-little Jack-jumped-over-a-candlestick fire. That's smart right there. Hardly any misfortunate accidents plus smores directly after the flag burning event.

ROFL

I'm going to be gallant and gracious, and offer Frankie another out in this thread:

Yes, it IS possible that fatigue could lead to a massive failure of the fuselage of a commercial aircraft, although this has never happened in over 80 years of commercial aircraft operations. Therefore, it is highly unlikely in the extreme that such a failure will happen in flight. Therefore, no Frankie, you don't need to worry about it happening. No more so than you do about monkeys flying out of your anus (which is also possible).

I look forward to the detail, intellectually filled oration about how Frankie tricked the tigers back out of his purple shoes with crimson soles and linings and the green blazer and blue trousers his father, Kappali purchased for him at the market and how he tricks the tigers into fighting in a circle around a tree spinning so fast that they melt into butter. The best part is when he takes the melted tigers to his mother, Ramita who makes pancakes and he eats 127 pancakes.

Please elaborate on how this is possible.

Thank you in advance.

Frankie is the Iranian Chuck Norris.

Achilles + Zeus + Samson + Goliath + Hercules + Iron Man + Super Man + Spider Man + Incredible Hulk + Wolverine + Rapunzel = Frankie

Frankie can fit a square peg in a round hole.

Like Voldemort, when you say his name, Frankie knows where you are.

I actually met Frankie irl about 10 years ago.

We had a gathering in DM for members and he showed up and strutted up and intimidated the shit out of me. And then I thought "get the F out of here, Danny Devito"

If you ate some flying monkeys that were indigestible, they would likely fly out of your anus 6-12 hours later.

Frankie removes clothes, including underwear (if he wears underwear).

Frankie picks up monkey (or monkeys).

Frankie lovingly strokes monkey (or monkeys) in order to calm the animal(s) down.

Frankie inserts monkey (or monkeys) into his anus.

Monkey (or monkeys) understandably find their new surroundings to be generally unpleasant and fight to escape. * This is Frankie's favorite part *

Frankie's sphincter can only stand so much, and the monkey (or monkeys) is expelled from Frankie's anus at such a velocity that it (or they) seem to be flying, although it (or they) are merely falling with style.

Monkey (or monkeys) wonder why Frankie eats so much goat while cleaning itself off.

But how do they get out? Do they force their way out or would Frankie's body expel them? Also, how would their wings survive the tough environment of kebab-spurred stomach acid of Frankie's gut?

Edit: I see that your scenario actually bypasses the gut.