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Saturday, June 04, 2005
What I Hate About Puppets
Is that they come over for a snack and then they refuse to leave - they make themselves comfortable and stay for days. Last night, very late, three puppets knocked on my door. They have now taken shelter in my home. Their ever-wide eyes and stiff mugs watch my every move and penalize me with the wisecracking. Sudsy is sitting on the porch, while Bellows is nestled in the grass. Mr. Dank is by far the most menacing. He has opened his cloak to reveal his wares and sits alarmingly in my bedroom, making sleep impossible. I will have to come up with a plan to poison them and cause a dwindling that is permanent. These sketchy interlopers must be bashed.
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Oh oh oh!!!! I AM SO ALARMING!!!!
This is very dastardly, MM you need to watch out.
We are not leaving, you can be sure of this. We are here to eat your Corn Pops and menace you with constant jittery laugh attacks. You are to be fouled with MM, you are the source of much ridicule!!!
No, Mr Dank! No! Stay back! You made need to resort to Plan B. cuts.
Mr. Dank is the worst one, by far. He seems to be in possession of a false penis, much in the manner of the Hyena False Penis. What to do???
I have met puppets before who stay for days in your house but have always appreciated their feedback-ful visitation. It is wise to absorb the crackings of the puppets, they know more than you about you.
Mr. Dank breathes heavily. They are more like heaves.
sudsy the puppet reminded me of a story about a pirate.
The puppets are easily manipulated, and could be turned against each other. Dwindle Mr. Dank first, Sloth thinks. Pour the poison in his eye-holes.
I am the false penis. Jeff Corwin can't leave me alone.
Like a hand job?
Tonight I consumed ferret meat for the first time, It was slightly sour to the tongue but interesting seeming for sure. I had it sliced thinly on a toast I should not consider consuming but did anyway. Mr. Dank is still here, his member shrivels in the windy night air. He is unashamed.
I am considering the tubers tonight, as tangible manifestations of my love for the world. I think that the tubers need to enter me this night. Please do not be afraid, it is a nature/love axis practice that is very pleasurable.
I am wanting to participate with tuber enhancements. Please call me.
Tubers are a deluctious accompaniment to sliced ferret grillé, MM. Sloth suggests a Medoc with that.
Bravo, Ham Paw! Bravo, Uncle F!
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