Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords. Cruel though they may…
Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There’s only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo! Switzerland is small and neutral! We are more like Germany, ambitious and misunderstood! Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man. I saw you with those two “ladies of the evening” at Elzars. Explain that. We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.
Tell them I hate them. Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers. One hundred dollars. OK, if everyone’s finished being stupid. Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd.
Does anybody else feel jealous and aroused and worried? Bender, we’re trying our best. Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”. View all posts by Thomas Mass