February 24, 2005
A Close Call
I spotted a tribe of Red Hatters in the building lobby today. I figured from the pointy umbrellas they carried they were on velocifari. But I'm like a chameleon, see? I can blend into any background, become one with it. Unfortunately, in this case that turned out to be a fat guy named Earvin.
But they left without trophies, by god. I am smarter than they. No velociskull to mount in the powder room this time, babies.
They'll be back. They ALWAYS come back.
Posted by: Acidman at February 24, 2005 6:36 PMthey were probably looking for directions to jekyll island in preparation for the wreckyll...
Posted by: mr. helpful at February 24, 2005 7:16 PM.. Helpful AND Acidman are right.... batten down the hatches, my man.... the gig is up...
Posted by: Eric at February 24, 2005 9:07 PMDid they inspire just the tiniest impure thought? Come on. Fess up.
Posted by: Key at February 24, 2005 10:13 PMI must confess I prefer the younger women to the older. Unlike most men.
Posted by: Velociman at February 24, 2005 10:19 PMThe Red Hats are stalking you. They mean to make a trophy of your gonads. Get a restraining order. Red Hats, everywhere, even in your dreams.
Posted by: jack straw at February 26, 2005 7:37 AM