Monday, July 18, 2011
Fizz Ed.
A distinguished think tank (with a few whizz kids thrown in to upset the pipe-smoking bearded types therein) have been tasked with exploring the possible past, future, and parallel lives being lived by The Smitty.
Was he a human in a past life, trying to contact us with info? A request? Or are we limiting our imaginations to paltry anthropomorphizing for our own aggrandizement?
[multisyllabic Latinate word alert? –ed.]
[distracting interruption alert? – other ed.]
[somebody’s got too short an attention span for speculative inquiries, huh? -- ed.]
[or somebody’s a dilletantish sycophant enthralled by big word-tossers! – other ed.]
TO BE CONTINUED (oh, great: the exciting “Battle of the [--ed]s”)
Sunday, July 10, 2011
From Scratch
Mister Smitty is crazy (for a good scratching)!
When The Smitty espies a convenient Mister approaching (either one will do … are there even two?), he stands up on the office chair, puts his front feet on the seat back over his head, and spreads his legs (as if to be frisked) so as to allow plenty scratching of his copious stomachs and chestal areas.
Elated, he stretches his head back (to look at the scratching mister) like some 40’s pin-up doll (which he is).
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