From the Archives of the silence of the Q v4

Monday, April 21, 2008

Nope, it's Monday before I blogged on. The weekend was nice. I need to write my responsibilities down lest I forget them.

Dean, the running machine is aracing through the beantown today on his little mid-forties feets and hopfully will complete the marathon in 3:05. lotsa props to him.

I'm a tired little bucky this morning, stayed up too late having adventures. True, most of said adventures were centered around retriving my bike from is pet carrier, but there were side
missions of taking out the trash and some internets viewing as well.


Waldo, the walrus, was a sad piece of meat.

What's up with me? He wined most juicylly. I should be a happy thing. All I desire is my little blue bucket and a fish to eat t within. I has my bucket. I has my fish. What's wrong with me?
Then he realized. He was living in a zoo, and the penguins were mocking him.

Silly penguins, he thought. I'm gonna eat them up! so, waldo waddled to the side of his pen, and on the other side of bullet proof glass (with penguins, you never know) sat the tuxedo'd birdies playing cards and shooting crap.

The objective truth to the matter is that they didn't pay a lot of attention to their bucket-lovving
neighbor, but a walrus needs to feel important; so they occasionally pretended that they had an opinion.

Like the time they posted obama stickers all over their tank. Silly birdies. Nobody knew who obama was in 1992.

Spite! Cried waldo, watching the penguins roll for souls. Spite is what you are and all that is! Well, I spite you back too! And I has a bucket!

This irritated the penguins. That night they got together, and created a plan to teach poor waldo a lesson.

In a week, using only some handy tack, a bottle of spritzer and a couple of incriminationg photos of the gamekeeper's wife the penguins had their revenge.

They took waldo's bucket away.

Moral of the story: never be beligerant to gambling penguins.

Waffles!