Lunar Clips

Just as The Smitty needs the sun for his dose of Vitamin Smee, so, too, does he drink delicious moonlight. Check it:

“Mr. Smitty, why did you run out of the bedroom? The snoring?”

“No, you-all’s snoring’s about as loud as the moon’s – and that’s loud, let me tell you!”

The moon is a-buzz and The Smitty loves to hear it jam:

“Yo, when the moon rises, it’s like, ‘bring in da funk!’”

Vitamin Smee

Have you had your Vitamin Smee?

Doctors (3 out of 4) -- as well as philosophers, sages, crackpots, and your dear ol’ mum -- recommend a daily value of Smee (or the equivalent in kisses, light (or heavy) petting, random acts of kindness, or small, individually wrapped candies) to balance chi, “freshen the luck,” and in a twisted, syllogistical way, to keep the doctor away.

That The Misters might reap remunerative rewards as a result, is – as our blogsite’s adcounter clicker-thingy clearly indicates – statistically insignificant!

Mgniao!

Mister Smitty likes to munch his foods!

Mgniao-mgniao-mgniao (munch-munch-munch)!

“Mister, ‘Somebody’ likes his foods!”

(The Misters bestill themselves to listen to the plaintive munch-munch-munching.)

“Mister, ‘Somebody’ does!”

“Mgniao-mgniao-mgniao,” say The Misters in unison.

[oh, C’mon! – ed.]