Thursday, September 29, 2005

Protrusions and Mold

Side-mounted droopy protrusions can be glamorous and attractive, in an interspecies way, I have found. The rabbits flock to me and nibble. I am both offensive and desirable with my prosthetics and funny smells, my anachronistic pointless ways. This is unimportant. I really do have to go. There is mold growing in the cuffs of my pants leg. The rains make it smell...however I refuse to wash them. This is part of the Mountain Man spice. I am part of the punishment that the Lord has perpetrated on the undeserving. This world is unfair. I am part of it. I have to go.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

You should be stabbed in the stomach for your complicity in the unnatural order. I wish this on you for later today. Bring on the blood streams, the spews.

sloth said...

Terence, begone of yourself. The unnatural order is the only way. MM, Sloth wishes to suckle at your moldy outcroppings.

fairy butler said...

HOLA! i am being naughty. i am sorry i missed the fun yesterday.

Is mm spice like old spice? does it come in soap on a rope form?

Anonymous said...

sneaky fb. You are sneaky like I am.

Hi MM, et. al.!

Anonymous said...

hi moldy! spread some peanut butter on your pant cuffs! That will cheer you.