I just cleaned up barf from Mr. Z's floor. He's been home from school for a couple of days with some sort of hacking phlegm-plague and, up until a few minutes ago, has only been spraying the house with horked up sputum. Apparently, he was just coughing so hard that, well, that he fucking yooked... which is just what I needed, right about now, as the Old Lady has conveniently had meetings for the last three afternoon/nights and it's been a non-stop, brain-hemorrhage-inducing spawn-o-palooz-shit.
Oh, and I'm pretty sure I've contracted Mr. Z's goddamn plague, which fucking rocks!
I think the BlogOverlord is punishing me for taking a fucking break from posting... fucking dick. Good thing I'm a atheist.
The only thing that's actually made me crack the faintest of smiles through my humorless, death-mask-like physiognomy was this:
I feel like Turtle Tim but I really wish I were the Eggman. He seems so much happier, that Eggman.
Goo goo ga joob.
6 comments:
I'm glad to see the younguns still using "ralph".
And I'm glad to see you can't stay away :)
I'm uber-impressed that Mr. Z spelled penicillin and epilogue correctly! Brilliant, just like his father.
Any fun Halloween posts on the horizon? A girl can dream, can't she?
Glad to have you back. We miss you!
Sorry about the 'ralph'- but whatever inspires you to write, I'm all for it.
Do you SEE how the hopeful are still checking in? Whenever, whatever, dude, we're grateful.
When Hack turns to Hork,
like Horton hears a Who,
and kids can 'ralph' out poetry
like Mr. Z did do,
And Crabby Dad returns once more
to blogging to his crew
then all is right
with the world.
goo goo ga joob to you too.
I think I worked with Eggman.
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