So, ThaReeza (RHYMES WITH PIZZA) hasn't blogged since my last post, and this place was getting dusty. So, possibly blowing the dust into your eyes, I'm going to do something new. Like fantasizing about stepping on Christopher Columbus's shoes when he wasn't looking and/or not wearing them at all. Because it would be pretty weird if I stepped on his shoes when he wasn't wearing them and just staring at them.
Although he couldn't because he's dead, technically. Well, DEATH NEVER STOPPED ME BEFORE! MY PANCREAI ARE INVINCIBLE!
(Pancreai. [Pan-Cree-Eye.] Pluralized version of pancreas, simply because I thought that pancreases wasn't as interesting a pluralized version of pancreas as, for example, hippopotami is for hippopotamus. Not that I have more than one...at least inside me. Except for the one that I ate. I've said too much.)
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Skibbleblark: Ow, my head. Who...? Where...? Egads...it's you...
Me: HELLO!
Skibbleblark: Not you again! Do you know much therapy -
Me: (Pulls out a pair of tongs)
Skibbleblark: I need to go home. I want to go home.
Me: This is your home now. (Walks closer to Skibbleblark. Slowly. According to ThaReeza I can have a very scary look on my face sometimes. I wouldn't know. Maybe this one would be particularly menacing.)
Skibbleblark: (Points at my forehead) Look! ...Me spleen!
Me: Tangerine-shaped bumblebee.
Skibbleblark: Let me out.
Me: Tangerine. Shaped. Bumblebee.
Skibbleblark: Calm down, calm down. Now, if I can just feel around this...blog room...or whatever it is...and find the exit...
Bonk!
Me: Bonk? Twee!Skibbleblark: Bonk?
Me: The ship!
Skibbleblark: The ship?
What will happen next? Will anything happen next? If only I knew. The adventures blunder on!
Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring BANANA PHONE...
