The Mind Tool
Beachcomber fluoresces
With the light of a thousand
Unitard-toting unicorns.
Fluorescing yes / sparkling no.
Why?
Because the unitard is
Not the weapon of choice.
Canned pseudo-meat is
Where it’s at.
And where it’s at
Is also
Hoboken.
Twain invented chortling
There.
Not at Woodstock.
That would be
Ridiculous.
Chaaaaaa.
Hail the conquering bunbun beast.
Let’s be careful out there this weekend, people! Know. Your. LIMITS.
A cautionary tale…
Whoa, Armando, mellow out dude!
Sheep: I wonder what’s down there…
Wind: It is death, sheep. DEATH…
Sheep: Oh. Sure smells kind of weird.
Wind: Yeah.
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Submit Your Petulance
Flesh blindness and illumination is a far cry from dance
One exhilarating struggle and all man strains the realm of fleeting darts.
Soft continues the executive’s awareness
You, the silky portal, gazing behind him,
Bite through the grisly rim of his answer.
He may sign your paycheck, but each journey begins with your own little game of sudoku or other fill in the blank plankton.
I can’t chortle if they just keep warming the continuity, after all!
Know the other buttress.
Aye, captain.
Know. The. Other.
Buttress.
Got a really amazing, amazing Ironic Mustache Wednesday surprise for ya!!! I had something else all lined up, and POW inspiration smashed me right in my face!!! Much like this funny little fellow would! Hope this gives you a great big hoot! So fun you’ll pee your pants, at LEAST…
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Oh you are so funny, mister clowny! Hey, nice 'stache there, too!
I am big poet. And Punmeister General. I am tired. Here is a spider wearing shoes. I call it “Spider Shoes.” Because THAT is just how f*cking clever I am.
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A spider wearing shoes. Lots of shoes. This is fun. Yay fun!
Density’s Destiny
Plink.
Plink.
Plink.
(skritch)
‘Tis the season of mass-conflagration.
A downpour of mis-education,
And you thought it was raining, silly.
The lemon, they say, is not sour
If you touch it just the right way.
Shall I chortle & run
Willy nilly?
Now there is an idea.
(skritch)
Hey, this sure is shiny. I should get one.
Bad Things IV
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Sheds are scary
Bad Things III
Draining your weasel on the carpet
at mom’s
is not the best gift a grown child can give
Bad Things II
Dirty white undies in an oven
on low
are not a good choice
when company’s come.
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