Research indicates that my chances of getting you to visit me again (after your initial soiree into Bubbaland) are directly related to the entertainment value of my offerings.
With that in mind, and since I (temporarily, I hope) currently lack the intellectual wherewithal to adequately provide you with your daily allotment of literary haute cuisine, it is the least I can do (and trust me when I say least) to give you something by way of entertainment:
13 comments:
It's too quiet in here. Say something...even if it's wrong!
Hey, don't blame me... I've been sitting here since 7 a.m. waiting for someone to come and tell me I'm crazy...
You're crazy. I've sent you 3 emails today and gotten no response. Something is weird. I just responded to another one you sent me..did you get it?
Gosh, Shirley, I haven't received any e-mail from you today... something strange is happening.
lolol goof
Amuirin...
You tried it, didn't you? Ha!
Now I can die happy... :)
Well... sometimes you just got to separate the goats from the sheeps... baaaa...
Bobbing Bobcat here, must be a Bob thing ;)
Nope, I'm a bobbing bobcat, too...not that I tried more than 17
times, mind you....
hehehehehheeee
Well, my children, if you're truly tired of being ordinary, I have a solution. You, too, can be a Turbo-Charged Cheetah (like moi), but only if you buy my patented nuclear-powered 'Limbic Lambus Mouse 5000', capable of sensing when the sheep will start to move and sending a powerful 5000-volt surge directly to your fingertip! You'll either immediately 'click' or burst into flames (I think I may still have a bug or two in it... but it's only happened once).
Order now and I'll include (free of charge) the combination to the lock at the Wolf River Nuclear Power Facility so that you can get your frazzinator re-charged (between 2 a.m. and dawn only).
And what do you think I'd charge for such magnificence? Surely $599 isn't too much... but if you'll act now, I'll ship your 'Limbic Lambus Mouse 5000' for the paltry sum of $29.99! So don't hesitate! Be the first on your block to say that with one click he shut down a 40-block power grid!
Has anyone seen a little bottle of thorazine laying around? I can't seem to find mine...
Crazy all I think about
is crazy.
I just love crazy....
someone stop me before
I hurt something.
If you do not write something
I shall kill this kitty.
Note from kitty...
kill me now I hate this
shit.
love from wi
and the cold white
place
Bob - do you have any idea how many sluggish snails I had to eat to get fast enough to kill enough lambs to be called a "Rocketing Rabbit?" Not enough to count myself to sleep, but lets just say there is a hillside in New Zealand more green than white...
...damn and I wanted to be a bobcat...so where do I send my dough...?
Oh, and no poets were hurt in the posting of this comment...
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