Howdy,
The poop hit the fan at my place the other day...literally. You see, my
apartment is abound wth fans due to it's convenient second floor, southwest
facing location. On a hot day, it does a fair impression of an oven. So I
have a whole arsenal of fans to combat the heat. Combine that with the
fact the my ferret, Insanity, is constantly trying to live up to his name
and find new ways to drive me bonkers. One morning, he knocks over one of
the fans on the floor. The fan wasn't on, it didn't land on anybody, and I
was feely particularily lazy so I just left it there. I should have known
better. Insanity has this funny little quirk about using the litter box.
He absolutely will not go on the carpet, however, anything even remotely
resembling a litter box will do. And this fan just happened to be square
and vaguely litter box shaped. I just thank whatever gods were watching
over me that day that I saw his little, um, present before I turned on the
fan. It would have been an instant and unpleasant re-decorating of the
apartments. Worse than any fowl could have done, exploding or otherwise.
Then I saw Insanity slinking away doing his best Oil Can Harry impression,
"Coises, foiled again".
On another topic, I was amazed at the number of offers for dates I received
in response to my last post (which will remain nameless since the hubbub
has finally died done). I thought Michael Mckinley's statemant linking my
ability to dook like a ferret to marriage was a little nutty, but now it's
got me thinking. Maybe he's got something there. I should do some
experimenting. Any single females out there willing to help? I could dook
sweet nothings in your ear.
Oh, one other thing. Michael, I'll put my Bug up against your old Volvo
wagon any day. And you gotta stop making fun of Montana. My mom said so.
Besides, just because we don't have paved roads yet, doesn't make us any
less of a state.
May your fit stay well away from your shan,
Limejello & The Weezils of Doom
http://home1.gte.net/wrenched
[Posted in FML issue 2760]
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