Religulous

My. Lord. Jesus. Christ.

Moderator, don’t you DARE press that magical button and send me to Religion, nevermind Philosophy. Social Science, if you insist. CERTAINLY not Creative Writing! Oughtist lives there.

What’s with the Catholics, they come off so well! My sons, Aeneas and Horace, are good Catholics. Roman Catholics, you know. Highland Scot. Damn fooools.

Oh. It seems my pan-analysis is in. I must hear of the results.

Meanwhile, you might wait for the denoument of Comet, in the Fairy Tale section. It’s quite good, I hear.

Such a good boy.

Nurse? Nurrrse?!!

Crap. I forgot to feed the cats!

Beauty? Beauty?? Here girl.

Phfrrrf.

OK

Such a good girl.

No, dearie, I was referring to my horse. But she is long gone. Oh how we would ride!

But I do appreciate your visiting. I get so few visitors.

Have you seen the motion picture?

Hhhrrrruppphhf. Pfrrrff. Neeehheeeee!

You can age the spam, put a grey-haired wig on the spam, destroy the spam’s capability to construct meaningful syntax and you know what you get…?

Spam.

Wonderful!!

You:
May I treat you to coffee? Tea?

=D>

Oh my, yes, that would be delightful. Unfortunately, I can’t take any liquids, though, right now. My pan-analysis came back, and it seems there’s something fatally wrong with my electrolytes. They’re taking me to the laboratory in the basement soon, so the scientists can do their experiments on me again. I just wish they would get it right for once. None of those “trial by error” excuses. Just do it right the first time, I say. …though I’m not clear exactly on what they’re trying to do. Oh well, I’m sure they’ll figure it out for me. Ta-ta for now. Do come again!

Bad air, good drugs

I do apologize for that young lady. I don’t have the control I used to. And yes, the medication is wonderful. I don’t know what they had me on last weekend, but I could have sworn my old horse came for a visit!!

Oh, excuse me Ms. West. …Yes, doctor, I’ll be ready momentarily.

Thank you for your kindness, Ms. West. Hope to see you again.

Oh dear, those medications keep messing with my personal identity… who am I again?