Always one of you in every hold up or bank job or train heist. Always thinking you are gonna be the hero. Then you get SHOT and they take your pork chop right out of your pocket. Off your still warm corpse. Now you wish you had just given up the chop.
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.
5 comments:
lord lion-mungus: "just go away, no one has to die. all we want are the pork chops and we can put an end to the horror. just go away.."
That's life on the wastelands. Can't get a good pork chop anywhere.
them powdery rat bastards can pry my pork-chap outta my cold, dead hand! NO! outta my gullet!
Always one of you in every hold up or bank job or train heist. Always thinking you are gonna be the hero. Then you get SHOT and they take your pork chop right out of your pocket. Off your still warm corpse. Now you wish you had just given up the chop.
Could you imagine an old timmey bill fold loaded with pork chops?
"I'm here to make a deposit, Cosgrove, fetch my security box."
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