Little number 137 is haunting me. I am working on a song, a very dark and bitter song. If I finish it today or tomorrow I will share it.
-- Badtux the Haunted Penguin
In a time of chimpanzees, I was a penguin.
The religious right is motivated by the suspicion that someone, somewhere,
is having fun -- and that this must be stopped.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
137
The Mighty Fang is sprawled in the hallway where I can't go through without stepping over him. His tummy is in classic tummy rub position, inviting me to reach down and rub it. If I do so, of course, he will dig in with all four paws, claws extended. Conclusion: The Mighty Fang wants to know whether penguin tastes like chicken, and will accomplish this either by tripping and killing me, or directly.
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I'm with you, man.
ReplyDeleteIf you can share the song, I will play it on my trombone.
JzB, the empathetic sideman.
WV: intenda. Just sounds like a neat word.