The idle musings of a former military man, former computer geek, medically retired pastor and now full-time writer. Contents guaranteed to offend the politically correct and anal-retentive from time to time. My approach to life is that it should be taken with a large helping of laughter, and sufficient firepower to keep it tamed!
And it’s screamingly funny!
I’ve stolen this unashamedly from Phlegm at Fatale Abstraction. She posted it a couple of days ago, and I’ve found myself humming snatches from it ever since. It’s so horrendously bad it’s captivating!
Phlegm, this is All. Your. Fault!!!
Peter
Oh, not YOU too, Peter!
Please say you’ll forgive me?
I was just walking my dog and singing “Supersonik! Elektronik!” over and over. It’s a sickness. I’ll never be free!
What have I done?
Obviously you haven’t seen “what-what, in the butt” by Samwell yet…
I blame you all. I’m sending my therapy bill to Bayou…he can get you three to split the cost…
YE GODS…there is a law against this kind of stuff…why, why did I search for the other one too..
BIG bill for therapy…yeesh
PLEASE, andre, Peter is a dear friend, and I’m trying to keep him innocent. He can still have a happy life. I, having seen What What, am beyond hope.
Off blast!