Mr. Bunndini and Mr. Firepie played hooky from the office yesterday and went to the annual festival of gluttony and scary rides known as the Pacific National Exhibition. I ate a hamburger, fries, corn dog, lemonade, mini donuts and corn on the cob in the space of 4 hours and then had a belly ache all night (but it was worth it).
There were bunnies
Super tired ducklings
Horses eating lunch
Corn dogs with plenty o' mustard
The Star Trek exhibition chock full of lateral lisping nerds and their lateral lisping children
Living quarters on the Starship Enterprise are very Danish Modern influenced.
Is that a Borg in your pants or are you just glad to see me?
Sexy space lady costumes
Donuts of the mini variety
Floss of the candy variety
Thanks but I will pass
I think these guys may be related to Conky
Squids be hanging
Moles be whack
We left right before the rains came and washed all the scum off the streets.
It's official. Conky has forsaken us all. He left me at 4am this morning and has not been back since. I also have it on good authority from Mr. Firepie that he is not in Sweden or Denmark. Dr. Mace has not seen him in Texas in quite awhile and he is also not on Main Street. If you see him please tell him to come home immediately and bring some soy milk when he does.
Each of these tiny swaddled baby bats represents a time that I am awoken nightly by either hot flashes/excessive mugginess, a couple fighting outside my window, the need to pee, extreme thirst, the beeping of a truck reversing for 25 minutes straight or really loud selfish angry crows. This has been happening for two weeks now and I completely blame Conky and his recent lack of work ethic. He has not had his mind on his job this summer and everyone is suffering because of it. Not cool Conky. Not cool one bit.