Disappointed...
I'm disappointed in you...Three fairly decent blog posts yesterday, and not a single comment from the peanut gallery, despite over sixty page hits.
Guys, it's the comments that keep us going. Your input is the Gatorade we need to play the next period of basketball.
Like the pill Underdog swallowed when danger loomed, or the crack Mighty Mouse snorted to give him supermusculus strength, your comments give us the willpower to keep plugging away at trying to write something funny, otherwise it's just an exercise in futile sophomoric expression.
Not that futile sophomoric expression is a bad thing. It at least keeps the voices in our heads quiet.
Never-the-less, even as busy as you are with school, semi-unemployment, and computer games, no Ramadan greeting cards for you this year. That's your punishment for slacking off on your part of the blog relationship.
Chop Chop,
Uncle Wisenheimer
You won't be seeing one of these from me this year:
(That's right. Go ahead and cry yourself to sleep tonight.)
posted by Phelps on Wednesday, October 13, 2004
3 Comments:
"or the crack Mighty Mouse snorted".
Wow. I think a dozen people in the world remember that. Color me: impressed.
Bakshi's Mighty Mouse ... gotta love it.
What ever happened to that old, drugged-out animator, Ralph Bakshi? Is he still making movies? Is he still running out of money half-way through production and having to cut the project short? (see: Lord of the Rings and Wizards). Ralph, lay off the juice.
I'm shocked that you have precluded me from your Ramadan card purchase planning.
Perhaps if I were to invest in some pink striped earmuffs smelling faintly of cat urine, you would be dissuaded.
Nothing says jinxie loving, like some P.S.E.S.F.O.C.U.!
They're the hottest item this Fall. Next to garbage bags worn over the head. Okay, that one is actually real, and was in the news last week. Glad. It's fashionable now!
Read the underground zine The Toilet Paper, and then we'll talk about Ramadan!
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