I Say...
Ginny and I crafted a tale this morning of professional Egg McMuffin hunters on safari:
Briton and Professional hunter Basil Culverton, Esq. and his loyal servant/battlefield surgeon Caruthers St. Caruthers set off in search of adventure and tasty snacks. Together, with their trusty Capuchin monkey Sproket, they hunt down and kill the wild, yet delicious Egg McMuffins; for sport and survival. Hopefully the untamed African plain won't change who they are. Sure as kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti they seek to cure what's deep inside, frightened of the things they could become.
From left to right: Basil Culverton, Edmund McClure (deac.), Caruthers St. Caruthers, Sir Hamburgler; Grand Duchy of Luxemborg and Adwar; guide. (Not pictured: Sproket, Col. Theodore Roosevelt)
Briton and Professional hunter Basil Culverton, Esq. and his loyal servant/battlefield surgeon Caruthers St. Caruthers set off in search of adventure and tasty snacks. Together, with their trusty Capuchin monkey Sproket, they hunt down and kill the wild, yet delicious Egg McMuffins; for sport and survival. Hopefully the untamed African plain won't change who they are. Sure as kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti they seek to cure what's deep inside, frightened of the things they could become.
From left to right: Basil Culverton, Edmund McClure (deac.), Caruthers St. Caruthers, Sir Hamburgler; Grand Duchy of Luxemborg and Adwar; guide. (Not pictured: Sproket, Col. Theodore Roosevelt)
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10/28/2008 12:21 PMman, my mustache looks like crap!
CStC
10/28/2008 1:12 PM
Well, it was the turn of the century, and we were in Africa. Not many barbers in Tanzania.
10/28/2008 1:15 PM
There were probably some "barbers" in the employ of Frederick Selous. If you know what I mean.
10/28/2008 2:28 PM
And then they were attacked by a herd of Fry Guys and perished
10/28/2008 8:05 PM
It occurs to me that "Kilamanjaro rising like Olympus" is a rotten simile. A mountain like a mountain, huh. Hmm.
10/28/2008 8:55 PM
Did you just question the songwriting of David Paich on my blog? You bitch.
10/29/2008 9:23 AM
Don't call your sister a bitch!
10/29/2008 9:27 AM
I'll call whoever I want a bitch, you very nice person.
10/29/2008 9:42 AM
You know what's funny? I made that observation out loud when I was typing it last night, and Joe replied with basically the same sentiment as you.
I didn't know every man in my life was such a fan of Toto.
You know how I know you're gay?
10/29/2008 9:47 AM
Because I have a rainbow bumper sticker on my car that says "I like it when balls are in my face."
10/29/2008 9:50 AM
wow, and i was just guessing, really.
10/29/2008 3:47 PM
I'm onto you and your tricks.
10/29/2008 4:06 PM
Tricks are what a whore does for money.
10/29/2008 7:15 PM
Exactly.
10/29/2008 8:48 PM
I feel dirty.
And hungry.
10/30/2008 6:53 PM
Mmm...balls.
10/30/2008 8:58 PM
What the hell is wrong with you people? By you people, of course, I mean Nick.
10/31/2008 9:47 AM
You're just mad because I didn't write you into the script for "Blind Lightning: The McMuffin Safari of 1909"
10/31/2008 2:05 PM
I'm a little pissed that I wasn't written in, what with my Paich-affinity and all.
10/31/2008 2:27 PM
I didn't know about it til after.
11/01/2008 10:30 AM
You missed a bonfire, hot dogs and marshmallows roasted over the bonfire, chili, pumpkin pie, apple cake, spiderweb cupcakes, the neighbor's haunted backyard, assorted hard liquors and mixers, candy, ghost stories, charades and other fun.
You were invited. But you didn't come.
11/01/2008 11:05 AM
You know what makes it easier to know about those sort of things? By actually telling me about them.
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