Here is Herb, the chronic drooler. He has now been standing in that spot for a full 14 minutes. The more he stands, the more he thinks about standing, which makes him stand even longer. It's a pretty destructive cycle, I know. The problem is that as he stands, he generates 38% more drool than if he was sitting. (I was there for the tests. Trust me.) Luckily, an animated sponge is here to assist.
I don't know what that all means.
Do you ever see a suitcase, grocery bag, or knapsack and wonder what treasures are held inside? There might be the long lost cheese stick of Muza-kuza, the great Myan warrior. Or maybe it is the elusive tree pig that enjoys disguising itself as a bottle of nutmeg. Or maybe it's...(gasp!)...clothes! Oooooo...
I once stood by a rock, just like this one, and nothing happened! Seriously! Not a thing! Whoa.
It's a well known fact that ogres enjoy neatly pressed striped shirts, as well as jars full of cookies. They will eat them by the truck load! (The cookies, not the striped shirts.) I've found the best way to trick one is to dress up as cookie jar, yell "Hey, I bet you are a big dough-head!" and then run away. That ogre will start to chase you, thinking that you are a jar full of cookies, even though jars full of cookies don't run or call people names! Ha, ha, ha. They really are dough-heads.
(Editors note: P.D.o.G.U will not be held responsible for anyone that actually dresses up like a cookie jar and calls ogres mean names. You do this at your own risk. So don't come running back to us after you've been eaten and say that is was our fault that you are now being digested in ogre stomach acid.)
I never knew happy talk bubbles had the consistency of an egg. Wow. The things you learn in staff meetings!
Since that last drawing might have brought you to a depressed state, let me offer a bit of solace. Here is a pretty landscape, with a picket fence, a tall tree swaying in the wind, a happy sun high in the sky, and scenic purple mountains in the distance.
I'm feeling all warm inside now.
I don't know what that all means.
Do you ever see a suitcase, grocery bag, or knapsack and wonder what treasures are held inside? There might be the long lost cheese stick of Muza-kuza, the great Myan warrior. Or maybe it is the elusive tree pig that enjoys disguising itself as a bottle of nutmeg. Or maybe it's...(gasp!)...clothes! Oooooo...
I once stood by a rock, just like this one, and nothing happened! Seriously! Not a thing! Whoa.
It's a well known fact that ogres enjoy neatly pressed striped shirts, as well as jars full of cookies. They will eat them by the truck load! (The cookies, not the striped shirts.) I've found the best way to trick one is to dress up as cookie jar, yell "Hey, I bet you are a big dough-head!" and then run away. That ogre will start to chase you, thinking that you are a jar full of cookies, even though jars full of cookies don't run or call people names! Ha, ha, ha. They really are dough-heads.
(Editors note: P.D.o.G.U will not be held responsible for anyone that actually dresses up like a cookie jar and calls ogres mean names. You do this at your own risk. So don't come running back to us after you've been eaten and say that is was our fault that you are now being digested in ogre stomach acid.)
I never knew happy talk bubbles had the consistency of an egg. Wow. The things you learn in staff meetings!
Since that last drawing might have brought you to a depressed state, let me offer a bit of solace. Here is a pretty landscape, with a picket fence, a tall tree swaying in the wind, a happy sun high in the sky, and scenic purple mountains in the distance.
I'm feeling all warm inside now.
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