I had been considering with my beloved Selma what it was yesterday that made me feel so ill. Was it the bagel with cream cheese? The Cream of Chicken Soup? The Ice Cream? Today, after a long day of work, I sat down with some of the same Fat Free Vanilla Fudge Brownie ice cream. Let’s join in, as the hero has a revelation shortly thereafter…
Troy McClure SF: Yep, it was the ice cream.
Troy McClure SF: Damn, that stuff is tasty, too
Selma Bouvier SC: yeah that does sound good
Troy McClure SF: Oh god, what a horrid smell!
Troy McClure SF: I’t’s chocolate! How could you be so foul?!
Selma Bouvier SC: whaaaa?
Troy McClure SF: My farts
Selma Bouvier SC: gross
Troy McClure SF: Seriously, I’ve never made a smell like this.
Troy McClure SF: It’s like grilled pork
Troy McClure SF: You know that scene in Star Wars when they fire the Death Star laser, and all those little lasers shoot, and form into one big laser burst, annihilating the medical frigate? That’s what’s going on in my bowels right now. The enemy forces are rallying, consolidating, and are about to unleash their fur.
Selma Bouvier SC: does that mean that your ass is about to destroy the world?
Troy McClure SF: Possibly. You should go while you still can. It’s 75 miles to Santa Cruz… that’s at the edge of the initial blast radius. If you go now, you may have a chance
Selma Bouvier SC: but i want to stay with you
Selma Bouvier SC: i want to be at ground zero when it all goes down
Troy McClure SF: When it all goes brown, you mean?
Selma Bouvier SC: lol
Selma Bouvier SC: i want to be vaporized by your ass along with you
Troy McClure SF: It feels like weasels
Selma Bouvier SC: crawling around your rectum?
Troy McClure SF: yeah
Troy McClure SF: With claws intact.
Selma Bouvier SC: do you think they’re breeding in there too?
Troy McClure SF: Probably not. Not when their Day of Delivery is at hand
Selma Bouvier SC: i think they might be multiplying
Selma Bouvier SC: i think your ass is fertile breeding ground for weasels
Troy McClure SF: Aughhhhhhh brb
to be continued…