Let’s take another look at Roger, shall we?
#1 - Obsessed with Rainbows
#2 - Obsessed with Judy Garland
#3 - In the habit of “Outing” chips.
Hmmmmm. Interesting.
Let’s take another look at Roger, shall we?
#1 - Obsessed with Rainbows
#2 - Obsessed with Judy Garland
#3 - In the habit of “Outing” chips.
Hmmmmm. Interesting.
I wouldn’t call a hollow tree safe either. They’re ripe for getting blown over in a windstorm or otherwise. Plus they’d make a good home for a badger, raccoon, possum or other varmint I bet, and I bet they’d just love to have an elf or two for a snack. Not to mention they must have a kick-ass stove in their, sounds like a fire hazard to me.
Well, that’s more than I knew about the Keebler Elves, but it sill leaves questions unanswered. Do they have infravision? How immune are they to sleep and charm?
Well, then there’s Buckets:
Why other elves don’t understand me: They dislike fudge smears on their clothes.
Hmmm…
It probably has something to do with the two missing elves no one talks about: Bang and Thud.
“Snorkeling in the fudge river?!”
—OK, that tears it. That site is definitely written by some very witty and subversive gay men. “Snorkeling in the fudge river” . . .
I suspect I know how they get the “buttery” flavor into the cookies…by “waving” their magic " wands"…
Great, now we’ve got another damn thread about felching.
Too bad Mr. Upton Sinclair is no longer with us; I’d wager he’d have a thing or three to say about all of this.
(Especially the bit somebody mentioned about the elf getting hit in the head with a cookie and tumbling into the fudge vat… more than vaguely reminiscent of the Durham’s Pure Leaf Lard Incident!)
I have to stop reading this thread. You wouldn’t believe the dreams I had last night.
“Zack! Ernie! Noooooooooooooo!”