Stop cackling, ya schlubs. A couple of days ago I found this adorable little creature in my bathroom sink-if you were her size that would have been about three miles away from where we are in this video-and she couldn't get out. I helped her out with a book and deposited her just outside the bathroom, where there are galaxies of possibilities for a fuzzy little girl like her, but yesterday she sat, folornly, in my bathtub, again, unable to get out. I didn't want her to go down any drains, so I got a container and housed her temporarily, mulling over the attractive prospect of keeping her and feeding her butterflies for a while-OH SHUT UP, you know I'm kidding, ya dingbats-but all of a sudden I gots me a lightbulb (see card). Anyway, my goal was to get her to go behind the painting, make it her home and grab all the juicies that traffic through there, but poor thing, she had no idea I had her best interests in mind. 40 years ago seeing her would have frozen the marrow in my bones, but since then I've learned that I'd have to call in a jackhammer crew to make her even THINK of doing me any harm. You bastards out there getting your tiddlywinks . . . if you EVER EVEN **THINK** of harming one pedipalp of any of these masterpieces of Cosmic Verisimilitude, I'll haunt you . . . I swear, I'll haunt you. I'll keep an eye out for her, but she ain't nowhere near no bathrooms no more (4 double negatives). If she shows up, I'll tell her you said hello. And if I want to call her a boy, well, dafangoul.
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"It's okay . . . it's okay . . . " *CRASH*
Stop cackling, ya schlubs. A couple of days ago I found this adorable little creature in my bathroom sink-if you were her size that would have been about three miles away from where we are in this video-and she couldn't get out.
I helped her out with a book and deposited her just outside the bathroom, where there are galaxies of possibilities for a fuzzy little girl like her, but yesterday she sat, folornly, in my bathtub, again, unable to get out.
I didn't want her to go down any drains, so I got a container and housed her temporarily, mulling over the attractive prospect of keeping her and feeding her butterflies for a while-OH SHUT UP, you know I'm kidding, ya dingbats-but all of a sudden I gots me a lightbulb (see card).
Anyway, my goal was to get her to go behind the painting, make it her home and grab all the juicies that traffic through there, but poor thing, she had no idea I had her best interests in mind.
40 years ago seeing her would have frozen the marrow in my bones, but since then I've learned that I'd have to call in a jackhammer crew to make her even THINK of doing me any harm.
You bastards out there getting your tiddlywinks . . . if you EVER EVEN **THINK** of harming one pedipalp of any of these masterpieces of Cosmic Verisimilitude, I'll haunt you . . . I swear, I'll haunt you.
I'll keep an eye out for her, but she ain't nowhere near no bathrooms no more (4 double negatives).
If she shows up, I'll tell her you said hello.
And if I want to call her a boy, well, dafangoul.