Dear Blog... Holidays suck. I hate being with family. I much prefer being alone...
Dear Blog... Dave is treating me courteously and I don't know why. I caught cold from falling in the snow and getting wet. I ate lots of turkey and watched someone play Half Life...
Dear Bloggers... Could you guys please write about something that doesn't make me sleepy...
Now the sun is sinking low...Children playin' know it's time to go
Death comes in a blinding flash Of hellish heat and leaves a smear of ash
All that is left of Pleasant Valley is destroyed buildings & the remains of a twisted wheelchair. No signs of life can be found. It is as though the cartoonist lost his sense of humor. They all died.
Ok then. I have recreated the entire Tooniverse, repopulated it with characters and enabled dialog. It's ready for you to take over again. I just have some papers for you to sign...
You'll be glad you picked up the 500 strip extended warranty on this one. I will be poviding limited tech support from my summer place beyond infinity. Oh. And house calls are billed by the panel.
That's about it, Bob. Here are the keys to Loretta's World. On behalf of the Heavenly Hosts, let me just say... Lay off the NUKES, Son. It make's a MESS!
Somewhere in the southern ocean of Loretta's World
You can't cook me, Mr. Chef. I'm not a duck, I'm a Dave.
I yam sure that the recipe calls for a duck and not a Dave.
Ok, wise guy. I've been on this island before and I kow the score. So go back and tell the bald guy to keep typing them numbers or the place is gonna blow up.
Listen pal. Surprise this! I am NOT a duck. I am a 5'7" JDPLVY with an attitude. If you don't bug outta here right now, I am going to have Swedish Chef in pineapple sauce for dinner.
I am an Amish cocaine dealer assigned to the "Comic Relief Extras" department. And I have a question. Who is Loretta and why is this "her" world?"
An AMISH Cocaine Dealer? Someone is pulling my leg, right?
Um, no. Says right here on the casting call sheet - Amish Cocaine Dealer. Ask Wardrobe. They gave me the hat.
Brand new world. Completely new characters. A chance to erase all the mistakes of the past - and I'm in a strip with an Amish Cocaine Dealer? That's just RUDE.
I can come back later. I gotta go to work anyhow. They're calling for me over in Strip 22.
Ever since UPS delivered me you haven't said a word to me. Plants like conversation, you know.
The return address on the box you came in said "Bob." I HATE Bob and therefore, by extension, hate you.
Listen Seymour. I don't get to choose who buys me or gives me away for that matter. But if you don't feed me and love me, you will wish you had, I promise you.
You aren't real. You're just a filament of my imagination. And my name is NOT Seymour.