So me and Tom Sellecks mustache were on this covert op in a Central American rain forest and the monkeys were going bananas because were wearing kilts and bandoliers festooned with fuzzy antipersonnel peaches. Theyre making this awful racket and endangering our mission to rescue Quentin Tarantino from the clutches of Rosco P. Coltrane who has moved on from Hazzard County to become a super villain. Hes in a highly fortified volcano lair on the coast, and in the lagoon hes got an experimental program going on where hes trying to breed weredolphins. We witnessed one changing from a man to a dolphin and unlike the shifting of werewolves it was actually kind of cute, because the guy would start out screaming like a werewolf would but instead of this bestial howl at the end of the transformation we got this delightful dolphin chatter, and Tom Sellecks mustache began to question whether we were doing the right thing by shutting it down. Look at him, he said, pointing to the frolicsome dolphin. Hes happier this way. Focus, Harry! I said, because thats the name of Tom Sellecks mustache. We have to rescue Tarantino or well never get another profanity-laden gorefest full of long close-ups of bare feet! Yeesh. Dreams after Cinco de Mayo food can be rough. Hope you had a good one. Happy Tuesday.
Posted on: Tue, 06 May 2014 13:16:00 +0000
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