
…and me gonna tell someone.
[Image from here.]

[Image from somewhere. I hate lolcats, I just liked the colors.]
[Original image from somewhere in here.]

[Image from here via GrowABrain.]
Folks–
I’ve been summoned for duty in the destitution and abject horror of the warzone known as the City of Cincinnati.
In my absence, I’ve put Marshal Finicky Penguin in charge of this website, to post and monitor your kind comments, until my glorious return on Sunday, 6 July 2008.
Marshal Penguin is a good guy, if not a little odd, but I ask that you treat him with the same lack of respect that you would treat me. He was kind enough to deputize me to blogsit his website recently (Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Soda).
Although I kinda sorta left his website in slight disarray, it was still intact when he returned, so I’m returning the favor with my fingers crossed. I’ve pre-posted a few things, and left him some draft posts to play with. I trust the Marshal as if he were my own ugly stepchild.
Here’s a very cool video via Arbroath to hold y’all through the transition. See y’all on the 6th. I’m outta here.
Bunk
P.S. Here are the keys, Marshal. Don’t lend ’em out.

“I ridysong wat mak d hol worl cry;
“Donut be steak beef or dat ud-der gy;
“Я пишу песни делают весь мир спеть;
“I ridysong, I ridysong.”
[Original unaltered image from here.]
[Other news: Bunk is blogsitting Finicky Penguin’s Playpen starting today and running through the 18th of June, standing room only. Go have a visit. Help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge, make long distance phone calls to Nigeria to check on the bank account status, download tranny dwarf porn onto his laptop, etc. In a coupla weeks, FinPeng is gonna be blogsitting here, and I expect y’all to be on your worst behavior.]

[Original undoctored image from here.]

[Image from PlanetDan via Growabrain. Snork!]


Gawd I hate posting stuff like this, except that from now on I have a recorded claim as the originator of the first “LOL PEN” post on the internest, just like I can claim authorship of the first post on the internest for Igde Pshat. (Go ask Mr. Google if you don’t believe me.) Some days, I’m just so entirely bitchin’ that I amaze myself. Happens once every 3 to 4 years. Or less. Sometimes. Or not.
[Oh yeah… Happy May Day to all the socialists of the world. You don’t own me either.]