More Scattered-About Thoughts of Dave Dimp, Our Ebullient Blogstarian

On the Other Hand...

I just looked at all the postings below me and I still think they're just plain goofy, but the frog is cute as a bubba! My favorite optical wireless program Scarfleet was on just a few moments ago, a rerun again, but one of the best ones: the one where Captain Lee Muir (played by the so-so third "Captain" Duke Alphonzo Spaghettio) has to go back to his home-world to battle the giant pie-a-saurus on Pie Mountain. I made a scrumptious rust-custard and dug out the old flannel galoshes just to get comfortable. I have no idea what the Man in the White Mansion is saying anymore because his accent is so thick I could cut it with a sponge; and what about those Socks? What about them? Socks! My cat Frisky just loves socks. Frisky is a ninety-year-old Mottled Lemurian Spindlepoot--a rare breed indeed! I'll have to post a picture of Frisky soon! The Persians can eat spam, not Frisky. A poem about how distraught I am about distressing things today. I call it White Mansion Man and it goes like this: White Mansion Man--how can you can--not do the plan--of Xanadu--in a can-oe--and Shiny Dick too--foo! The audience loved this when I read it at the Free Parking Poe-tree Dunk in Portville last weekend. Krystal Parking was wrongfully jailed for top-ecological activism! Kraken killers are causing Global Warping; the interlocked tentacles keep Erde's "floor" from buckling! Save the Kraken! Have a darn nice Dave.