Thanks for the fav on INKTOBER 21: Treasure - I say we go left...
And I stand by that choice. In fact, when faced with a fork in the path, I always go left. It is a life philosophy that has served me well, right up until last week. An overloaded tanker exploded, due to an overheated burrito, just off our coastal hamlet. But don’t worry, no one was injured. The tanker was fully automated, which begs the burrito question, now that I think about it. The point is, the tanker’s cargo of low grade weaponized cutlery was jettisoned during the explosion and now you can’t walk three feet without stumbling upon a fork, sticking out of the ground. It’s been a very disorienting seven days.
Thanks for the fav on INKTOBER 11: Snow - Goober, the early years
You want to hear about the Goober years, huh? That golden time, before the universe’s most mediocre investigator completed the 15 minute mandatory online certification and received his Secretary of Intergalatic Retrieval non-refundable title. Hmm, what to say… Well, there was the time he walked backwards around the entire circumference of the planet Kip. That was kind of impressive. Of course, Kip is one of the smallest planets in the universe, with a radius of about 3 feet, so is sounds more impressive than it really is. The real challenge was not falling off, so I have to hand it to him for that. There was also the time he single-handedly thwarted the widespread criminal syndicate of Girl Scout Troop 32A, but that was a bit of an accident on his part. It was during his Opium flavored Peppermint Candywheel Cookie addiction period, and in his junkie stupor he managed to cripple the Troop’s major distribution network while desperately searching for his next big fix. Still, it was a pretty impressive coincidental accomplishment for a 6 year old. And I believe his time in rehab really turned him into the man he is today.
Thanks for the fav on INKTOBER14: Overgrown- Daily shearing long overdue
My mother taught me many things. The value of sporadic parental neglect, how to split pea soup cans with your grandpa’s dentures, what factory babies are manufactured in before being shipped out for mandatory military service, and of course, how to conduct high minded discourse in a public forum. But by far the most important lesson she ever taught me was personal grooming. First impressions are everything, and unless you comport yourself in the right way, people will surely form the wrong image about who you are and what you stand for. To prevent this from happening, I have always adhered to a strict regimen of excess hair bleaching, vigorously brushed nails and the periodic removal of unwanted teeth. I can honestly say that thanks to these personal grooming habits, no person has ever gotten the wrong first impression about me. And making a second impression has never really been an issue.
Thanks for the fav on INKTOBER 17: Ornament - It's good to be the king
Or at least, that has been my experience. New strings daily, well-greased joint hinges, a good polishing every so often and all my subjects fall over themselves in my presence. However, nobody really listens to my ideas, and I have a sneaking suspicion that my administrators are keeping things from me. There’s been rumblings of invasion from that stuffy Plushie Consortium and despite several altercations on the southern border, my chambermaid, Judy, refuses to send in the Marionette Heavy Artillery. General Punch has also been off “on business” for weeks now. If I didn’t know any better, it looks as if they might even orchestrate a palace chicken coup. Something must be done.
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