Martian Exile
05-17-2008, 09:41 AM
As you peeps may know, I work nights, and live on a boat.
So there I was sleeping sound this morning, having a wonderful Furry Freak Brother dream, when the most god awful racket bolted me (or levitated me) out of bed. It sounded like a million glass marbles blasting a steel deck. I looked out the port hole, and to my horror I saw a Jap officer brandishing a sword and screaming orders to another Jap holding a sinister looking weapon on a nearby Jap gunboat. He fired the neutron explodomarbleator, and a zillion glass marbles shot forth blasting a hole in his own deck. The dude with the sword went berserk.
Just then God came out of the yellow and purple paisley sky surrounded by dancing naked hermaphrodites, and said “my son, you are morally justified my eyes to kill the stinking gooks!
I turned to Furry Freak Franklin, who was at the helm and said “Franklin, prepare the torpedo tubes!. He said “the tubes are full of beer dude”. “Furry Freak Phinios”, I yelled, “man the fifty”! “Can’t man, I shot up all the ammo shooting at sun dogs”. “Shit” I thought, and went for my .308 Spanish mouser, but realized I had sent it home with my wife. Damn, my little .38 special is no match for a neutron explodomarbleator. At that moment, Fat Fredie's Cat stuck his head through the porthole and said to me calmly, ”Chill out man, it’s just your asshat Jap neighbors washing their plastic stink pot boat with an electric power washer.”
I’ve got to stop eating peanut butter and Marmite samiches before going to bed.
So there I was sleeping sound this morning, having a wonderful Furry Freak Brother dream, when the most god awful racket bolted me (or levitated me) out of bed. It sounded like a million glass marbles blasting a steel deck. I looked out the port hole, and to my horror I saw a Jap officer brandishing a sword and screaming orders to another Jap holding a sinister looking weapon on a nearby Jap gunboat. He fired the neutron explodomarbleator, and a zillion glass marbles shot forth blasting a hole in his own deck. The dude with the sword went berserk.
Just then God came out of the yellow and purple paisley sky surrounded by dancing naked hermaphrodites, and said “my son, you are morally justified my eyes to kill the stinking gooks!
I turned to Furry Freak Franklin, who was at the helm and said “Franklin, prepare the torpedo tubes!. He said “the tubes are full of beer dude”. “Furry Freak Phinios”, I yelled, “man the fifty”! “Can’t man, I shot up all the ammo shooting at sun dogs”. “Shit” I thought, and went for my .308 Spanish mouser, but realized I had sent it home with my wife. Damn, my little .38 special is no match for a neutron explodomarbleator. At that moment, Fat Fredie's Cat stuck his head through the porthole and said to me calmly, ”Chill out man, it’s just your asshat Jap neighbors washing their plastic stink pot boat with an electric power washer.”
I’ve got to stop eating peanut butter and Marmite samiches before going to bed.