Burpo the Wonder Mutt plays the recorder, quite well in fact. Trouble is, when he is not focused, he deepthroats it which makes his recitals must see events.
Someone told me that one of the reasons for the widely reported death of the recording industry is that boson compulsively acquires used recorders. That doesn’t make any sense to me. I just thought I’d pass it on. Sorry, I forgot to ask for details.
cornflakes invited the Frisbee while throwing the only record of Frisbee Sings 27 Shades of The Blues. Unfortunately, the record smashed into a million pieces.
(Listening to Hejira?)
Way back in the '70s, Fleetwood Mac hired Annie-Xmas to help with wardrobe. Every song on Rumors was written in the months that followed. No coincidence, according to a couple of old session musicians that I know.
Cornflakes is on a low-carb diet.
TruCelt is on a trucelt salt-free diet.
** Annie-Xmas** hardly ever puts salt on slugs. She only salts slugs that “deserve it”.
Okay, so BBB comes running into the office, pants around his ankles, shouting about how “it’s casual friday!” and, “you can’t do shit to me!” etc.
I was like, dude. It’s Tuesday. And this is really not how the VP of HR should be conducting himself.
Whiskey Dickens has served, over the years, as vice president of the Charles Dickens Society, the U.S. Distilled Spirits Council, the Blawnox Clam Chowder and Marching Society, the American Library Association, and the *Groundhog Day *World Fan Club, and was among the top three prospects to be chosen as Vice President of the United States after Spiro Agnew resigned. President Ford decided to go with someone else, as it happened.
I tell ya, Elendil’s Heir’s strategy to pump and dump all the real estate in Blawnox is going to run that town into the ground. You just mark my words…
Cornflakes has to constantly resist the urge to yell out “They’re Grrrrrrrrrrrreat!”
Crazy Canuck “I’m cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs” ditto.
Annie-Xmas “On Dancer, on Prancer…” ditto.
I swear, that Blue Blistering Barnacle from Blawnox, Pennsylvania knows everybody! I was eating dinner in a small town in Idaho and kinda on a dare I asked the waitress if she knew Blue Blistering Barnacle from Blawnox, Pennsylvania -she knew him and remembered that he liked his eggs sunny side up. I got pulled over on my way to a business seminar that he was putting on in Jacksonville, Florida - the cop remembered Blue Blistering Barnacle from when he helped jump start his squad car way back in 1997, and he even let me off with a warning! The topper to all of this was last year when I was in the courtyard for Saint Peter’s Basilica in Rome. I had left my glasses in my hotel room, so I asked the priest next to me if he could tell me whether the guy at the balcony was indeed the Pope. He squinted and said that his eyes weren’t that good either. He thought that it might be the Pope …but he would swear on his mother’s grave that the guy next to him was Blue Blistering Barnacle from Blawnox, Pennsylvania!
cornflakes gets paid by the word.
A star system in Andromeda Galaxy has been looking from cornflakes for 3,000 years. turns out he shklinksed a babalist. Twice.
Then, in the third reconciliation of the last of the Meketrix Supplicants, they chose a new form for boson the Traveler, that of a gaint Slor! Many Shrubs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the he-depths of the Slor that day I can tell you.
Blue Blistering Barnacle likes to quote from movies, but he always gets the ones from Squarebob Spongepants wrong.
On the presidential succession list, Mr. Zox is 334,121st. We still should be very afraid.
Although sitting in the special position of 999,999th in the presidential succession, boson still carelessly uses a private email server.