I want a friend. I will help you hide the bodies and collect bottles with you in the dark of the night. I don't care. Just tell me you like me. Live near me and have a sister. Let's go light some fires. I mean it. I really need a friend.
Oh if I was in Manhattan then you would know. Some kind of alarm would go off. Then a KRACKEN would rise from the sea...well if the prophecy turns out the way it was written.
What if I don't live nearby, but have some bodies in Canada that I need taken care of? Can we have a long distant friendship?
But, seriously, Cal, I know how you feel (not that that helps) and I've been there. Here's hoping you bump into someone really cool, on ... let's say ... April 17th, at 7:41. (Go where lots of people are on Tuesday, walk around with your eyes closed and see if I'm right.)
I have no idea what the date means and thanks for reminding me about the bodies. Gotta get the garden rotto-tilled because it makes the holes easier to dig that way.
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.
10 comments:
DO like you- like BubbaShelby, we'd probably get nothing done if we were neighbors :D
I wish I lived close. But then I'd be over all the time, eating your food, drinking your soda... you'd end up plotting ways to get rid of me.
Hey dude - Wish I lived near ya.
I wish you lived near me. You live near polar bears and such, that does not make this easy.
I'd be happy to move closer, especially since Arizona is getting really weird. I'm with M.D. I'd be borrowing cups of sugar all the time.
If you're ever in Manhattan, let me know!
Oh if I was in Manhattan then you would know. Some kind of alarm would go off. Then a KRACKEN would rise from the sea...well if the prophecy turns out the way it was written.
if i was near you, i would be there big guy!
What if I don't live nearby, but have some bodies in Canada that I need taken care of? Can we have a long distant friendship?
But, seriously, Cal, I know how you feel (not that that helps) and I've been there. Here's hoping you bump into someone really cool, on ... let's say ... April 17th, at 7:41.
(Go where lots of people are on Tuesday, walk around with your eyes closed and see if I'm right.)
I have no idea what the date means and thanks for reminding me about the bodies. Gotta get the garden rotto-tilled because it makes the holes easier to dig that way.
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