Release the Emergency Hatch!
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Oh dear me! I fear that something is the matter with Killah. He has been withdrawn and listening to loud and morose musicals from his sleeping quarters. I have taken to watching backlog episodes of Jenny Jones and Philip Donohue. Each one makes me cry just a little more and each one makes me get up and turn another lock on my front hatch. Do I need to send my sweet sweet little fish face to a boot camp? Jenny thinks I need to. She thinks there is no hope but to send him away to be emotionally sucked dry. It seems somewhat delightful, what with all the yelling and rosie faces pinched up. But hmmm. Was it something I did? It is probably all those video games he’s been tampering with…the media? The violence and treachery on those home make-over shows are enough to make someone abnormal.
What?
It’s me you say?
You don’t even know me!
BLEEP(weep)
Oh dear me! I fear that something is the matter with Killah. He has been withdrawn and listening to loud and morose musicals from his sleeping quarters. I have taken to watching backlog episodes of Jenny Jones and Philip Donohue. Each one makes me cry just a little more and each one makes me get up and turn another lock on my front hatch. Do I need to send my sweet sweet little fish face to a boot camp? Jenny thinks I need to. She thinks there is no hope but to send him away to be emotionally sucked dry. It seems somewhat delightful, what with all the yelling and rosie faces pinched up. But hmmm. Was it something I did? It is probably all those video games he’s been tampering with…the media? The violence and treachery on those home make-over shows are enough to make someone abnormal.
What?
It’s me you say?
You don’t even know me!
BLEEP(weep)
posted by robotskirt @ 4:53 PM
4 Comments:
At 3:34 PM,
Anonymous said…
FFK went out one night recently and saw the band 'accident with casualties'. thats when things started to get a little wonky. maybe that helps...
At 2:27 PM,
OneEar said…
Is he a fish faced killer or a fish-face killer?
At 4:25 PM,
robotskirt said…
Oh my comrade OneEar...I don't know what to think anymore. He glares at his dinner plate, spears his food and devours his flakes with angry teeth. His name used to refer to his adorable fish face. The killah part was a desperate attempt for some “street props”...I do believe he killed a guppy once, but that was an accident involving an oven mitt and the Les Miserables soundtrack. One Ear...hmmm, now that rings a bell. Did we serve together in Dessert Storm: No One Leaves Without a Sunday? What a hoot that was huh? It’s really too bad about the ear…once those nuts get fired from a musket there is no telling the carnage it will leave in its moose tracks.
At 11:13 AM,
OneEar said…
Thanks for clearing that up. We all have at least one dead guppy in our closets, or at least something that smells fishy.
As to getting our just desserts together, I am afraid that you must have confused me with someone else. I am a concientiuous objectifier.
Don't worry about the ear, I don't even really notice its absence anymore, and it has made my present ear even stronger.Thanks for clearing that up. We all have at least one dead guppy in our closets, or at least something that smells fishy.
As to getting our just desserts together, I am afraid that you must have confused me with someone else. I am a concientiuous objectifier.
Don't worry about the ear, I don't even really notice its absence anymore, and it has made my present ear even stronger.
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