Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Chimeras! or, How much more can we wear out these jokes?

Hey! Lookit dis lil' bagga donuts.

Um, I also really enjoyed learning about Clivus' wonderful invention, and Lorraine Bracco's shower habits. Hmm, these things are sorta thematically linked. I wonder if...Ms. Bracco and Mr. Multrum are in fact the same person! You know what would've made those bathrooms better?!? a CHANDELIER!!

Mr. Multrum, how many poops does it take to get to the composting center of the composting plant? Let's find out: a one--a two--a three. A three. How many poops does it take? The world may never know.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hiliarious!! I didn't realize that they were living. I thought they were little plastic unicorns. I can imagine all the willowy nerds coming in to the Unicornery and being told "hey, if you like this crap, check out this little idiot here." Funny stuff.
I LOVED the time we spent together. So much fun. We must go camping again. Huzzah!
Love,
~Booklahver

tiny robot said...

I'm just glad Baby G has finally posted something after all these months! Yay!

Anonymous said...

Wasn't there a girl at MSMS who had an imaginary chimera? Or was it a griffin? And didn't she had an ankle ace bandage that seemed to alternate ankles every week or so?

baby guanaco said...

MV - that was in fact a "gryphon" (this is the spelling of the word from the ancients...oh you know, the ancients). i'm sure they got those down at the Unicornery, too. though i don't know about the boyfriending kind--that would be a rare gryphon, much less a person for that gal.

baby guanaco said...

addendum to MV: you must admit that "Clivus Multrum" is almost as funny a name for a real person (if not more) as "Dick Stanke"--that's [Stank-key], with a short 'a' as in Andy for the unfamiliar. not to mention Mr. Multrum's relationship to a composting toilet.

tiny robot said...

Hey, don't be dissin' the composting toilet! The lazy person in me LOVED not having to flush. I got to see how it felt to be like all those disgusting people who use the library's bathrooms without being disgusting.

Besides, that gentle breeze on your delicates was invigorating.

T.M.I.? Yeah, well, get over it.