aseymayo, I meant “fool” in the good way. Really, the motley is so you. It brings out your receding chin and your spoon-like chest like nothing else can. And Caesar is just a puffed up buffoon, anyway. He smells of anchovies and raw eggs. Bah!
FairyChatMom, your people don’t seem to be answering the phone. The number was 555… oh, here’s the problem… there seems to be some numbers missing… if you could get back to me with that, I’ll be sure to keep it in a safe place. I’ll write it on the bathroom wall here in the lab, that should be safe enough.
Bad News Baboon the flowers you left were great. I meant to say “thank you” earlier, but I’d just been dead and all, I hope you understand. Only there really didn’t seem to be an actual flower on these flowers. Just a vine. More of an ivy really. Maybe I’m allergic to them. I seem to be getting a rash. But the thought was nice.
Gotta go. Galactus and Sprinkterius are getting a little rowdy in their bowl. Horribly Mutated Sea Monkeys, what can you do with them?
-Rue.
In my earlier post about how our Unca Cece deals with rivals, real and imagined, I of course left out the key word “alleged”. Also the phrase, “not proven guilty”. I apologize for this oversight.
OK. I borrowed that 20 off you to get the Frammington Modulator re-aligned. Then I got $15 back to you so you could get those “darling” pumps that “went just smashingly” with your fishnet stockings. (Whatever. With your legs?) So, yeah, there’s the five bucks.
But when you “took” me to lunch I had to pay for the big basket of onion rings, which you ate, by the way. And your jumbo Slice™. And the tip!
So, my man, we are so even! Actually you’re, like, $2.50 ahead. So lay off.
And what are you doing Friday? It’s free wings night at Bucky’s Bowl-O-Rama. I’ll see if FairyChatMom can get away, and if you can get a date… a Big Night for all!
Too late, whitetho, my “lawyers” are already in motion. Biff and Larry should be by to see you… about (checks watch) now. Good luck in the Mambo contest now, Maraca Knees. (left out the key word “alleged”… grumble, grumble… the phrase, “not proven guilty”… grump, grump… oversight my patootie…)
-Rue.
What? You want to see the birthmark of a unicorn rampant upon my right buttock?
How do I prove I am me? Hmmmm… this is a toughy… Something only Rue, I mean, something only I would know… ah, I’ve got it! Jester has eaten hot dogs at the “Original” and he really likes their french fries. Now just see Jester for confirmation. And screech-owl has never shown up to receive her Velveeta.
FairyChatMom, sweety, lamb-chop, if Bucky’s Bowl-O-Rama is not your bag, just let me know. I would never want to subject a delicate flower such as yourself to… wait… delicate flower… flower… flowers…
HEY! Bad News Baboon! Ya wanna go bowlin’? The shoes are on me! Of course SPOOFE will probably come, and who knows who he’ll bring, but it’ll probably be fun.
-Rue.
