In the limited cosmos of the Sea Monkey, there can be but one Sea Monkey King; and that King is in my kitchen right now, fixing himself a bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich on toasted white bread.
My dogs, who eat mostly liver-flavored kibble, are not at all amused.
BANJO!!!!
KoalaBear
Crown Prince of the Sea Monkeys
I have a bone to pick with the Sea Monkey King. When I was a kid I sent away for a packet of those things, and I did like the directions said.
In the end I wound up pouring the water over some oriental noodles, and danged if it didn’t taste like shrimp.
I was robbed! I want my boxtops back!
You lost me at analepsis, dude.
But I know it’s better to have a Sea Monkey King raiding your fridge than a Dancing Monkey, that’s for sure…
That is really freaky, man.
I thought you were on Atkins? What’s with the white toast?
Ah. But I am not the Sea Monkey King. He is but a pill-induced interloper…
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Ok, this about you being high, right? *just making sure*
Also, who keeps spilling the pills behind your sofa and what are they? cuz I could use some de- stress inducing something for sure.
Did the King ride in mounted on the Queen of the Space Unicorns? If so, I’d see a neurophysiologist pronto if I were you.
Perhaps some fava beans and a nice Chianti with their liver-flavored kibble would mollify your canine friends.
And as for the Sea Monkey King, he cannot help himself; No, he covets. That’s his nature.
Hmmmm.
Bacon. Lettuce. Tomato. Toasted bread.
Now that’s the best damn idea I’ve read so far today. A BLT with a bottle of “Old Peculiar” English brown ale.
Sounds like lunch to me. cya.
Old Peculiar. Finest kind!
“Analepsis” is a funny word.
Analepsis. Analepsis.
Heh.
Sparkle: Those little red pills?
Sudafed.
Sshhh, don’t tell Jeff.
McGehee, oh….*sigh* well, guess I will have to stick with Monsanto Chianti