My brother would spend weeks preparing for the holidays. Every pumpkin had to be just right! Each face he carved, portrayed suffering and pain. No detail was overlooked!
The family worried about his devotion. "Let him enjoy the holiday!" said Grandma. He was like a big kid...and Grandma encouraged that in us, right up until her mysterious disappearance.
He didn't come to the funeral. He had his own holiday agenda. Grandma would have been proud, he was bound & determined to have the best Christmas ever!
Hey Son, how'd your date go? Did you meet her parents?
Not good, Pop.
Did you follow my advice?
Sure...I did everything I could to impress the whole family. I popped a wheelie on my bike. I popped for dinner. I even popped a bully in the nose that was picking on her.
None of that impressed them?
Sure it did..but then I popped a fart in front of Grandma.
I was never very good at sales. But my company needed to know if customers wanted to be called by our customer service representitves to be offered product opportunities.
Please, a show of hands? Anyone?
We also asked if anyone would pay EXTRA never to be contacted- ever again...
Mom? Dad?
That's where the money was! At least as long as I was there.
Captain James T Kirk of Earth. We of the 21st Century have labored for many months to update your 1960's television space show.
Your sound quality has been enhanced. Matte shots of planets and buildings have been repainted by the finest artisans in our time.
Will..my ...ACTING talents be...played around with? SAY it...is NOT..so!
Captain..we are only 21 Century tech laborors. We can make Little Blue Aliens with funny looking anteni look threatening, but we are still NOT advanced enough to repair that.
Who was that beautiful woman I saw you with last night?
Oh..my exgirlfriend? She's a swimsuit model and a college professor. She's the most sexual woman I have ever known! She had just won the lottery..and we were celebrating.
OK..I am NOT hearing a squirrel talk. It can't be! I've been on this island alone...too long.
You're NUTS!
It must be island madness. I'm getting paranoid! This squirrel can't talk. It won't bite me! It won't get me!HAHA..and it won't craw up my pants leg and rip off....
I woke up extra early this morning. There had been quite a storm last night. No rain, lots of lightning....and the thunder sounded, well..umm...odd.
Of course, I went and checked on the herd,to make sure everything was OK. They seemed at ease and none the worse for wear...but...(now I couldn't be sure) there seemed to be more of them this morning.
Pa told me not to worry..and to remember my chores. I guess he was right. But one thing was for sure...I was NOT going to milk 'em!
Hey! Look! Some humans left this perfectly good baby just sitting there.
MMM? What should we do with it?
Lets raise it as our own! We'll call it Winky. Teach it the monkey way! Winky will learn to be truely one of God's creatures. Smarter, kinder, and better than normal humans.
It grew out of nowhere. Just appeared in the "forbidden" greenhouse out back. As kids, we weren't allowed to play in there---(Do you smell that? Kind of like blood and fermaldahide?)
Last night we heard noises...so we went against wishes and investigated. It seemed to call to us...projecting disturbing images directly into our brains. Images that made me shiver!
We locked it inside! Readied ourselves for what would probably turn out to be the most important battle of our lives....We had it completly smoked by daybreak. ...NOW, we needed chips!