I would try to find out if pedulous is really a word, and not a mistake for pendulous, but a herd of blue duiker hackers has blocked all the dictionary sites on my computer. And a rogue giant eland ate my print dictionary.
I don’t know about you but my dik-diks are always @ attention, as soon as I comb-over the 7 hairs on my head….and furthermore, I’ve had my share of flatuant stampedes to last a lifetime. whew!
As far as the cocktail umbrellas go…I gotta tell ya, they hurt when they automatically open and you’re not prepared….an open and shut case…
And make sure you keep the agoutis and the capybaras separate, or they’ll riot. (Those agoutis will never learn. They suffer heavy losses every time.) The outdoor furniture in the prison yard’s getting beat up too.
Pffft … this guy is crazed by being full of sanies and would probably also demand that all kudus suffering from kyphosis be draggled into annihilation …!
Sheldon Backwater arrived in his office at precisely 7:52 AM every morning, to begin his day a 8:00 AM. He was never late, and never earlier than 7:52 AM. He felt that the eight minutes was quite sufficient, given his normal travel time of five minutes. No tragic detour had ever caused him to vary his arrival, but he maintained the margin of safety, nonetheless. His appearance may have been somewhat casual, a plaid summer weight cotton print shirt, light weight beige khakis, and a conspicuous combover, but his office was a marvel of precision and exact order. There were exactly three number two pencils, new and sharpened to a perfect point, to the left of the legal pad, just within reach beyond his keyboard and monitor, also the the left. Sheldon was not left-handed. To the the right of his keyboard was his mouse, of course. And then, a box of forms. The box varied from time to time, depending on which department was enjoying his magnificent leadership for that day. Today, he was the ruler of the permits kingdom. Just last week, he had been in licensing, and had found a way to deny licenses to a total of sixteen people in one day, a personal best. At precisely 8:00 AM, he ran his thumb over the scanner on his keyboard, and clicked “Clocking In” on the popup window that resulted. The system knew, of course. It was only a formality. But formalities are the life blood of the bureaucrat, and thus jealously guarded. He checked the maps and signs system to assure himself that all persons seeking permits would be directed to his office, and that it was appropriately identified as such on the digital signage next to the door.
Line up, protect, and count. I wasn’t aware maths were to be involved. I only brought my unabridged pocket dictionary and my sham-wow. I left my bean counter down at the duck pond counting pigeons.
Rotifer HEATHEN POTATO WE KNEW YE WELL Thalweg Premium Member over 2 years ago
ᴛʜɪs ᴊᴜsᴛ ɪɴ Fʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴄᴏᴍɪᴄs ɴᴇᴡsʀᴏᴏᴍ
Tersea/Frog Applause™ made cartoon history – first comic strip with a pudu on a to do list.
Sisyphos over 2 years ago
Getting awfully bossy here, aren’t we? And who released all these wild animals into the guy’s apartment?!
Kaputnik over 2 years ago
I would try to find out if pedulous is really a word, and not a mistake for pendulous, but a herd of blue duiker hackers has blocked all the dictionary sites on my computer. And a rogue giant eland ate my print dictionary.
Zebrastripes over 2 years ago
I don’t know about you but my dik-diks are always @ attention, as soon as I comb-over the 7 hairs on my head….and furthermore, I’ve had my share of flatuant stampedes to last a lifetime. whew!
As far as the cocktail umbrellas go…I gotta tell ya, they hurt when they automatically open and you’re not prepared….an open and shut case…
bxclent Premium Member over 2 years ago
thanks for the extra time – this may take awhile
gigagrouch over 2 years ago
It’s the pudu that you do that feels just like voodoo.
coltish1 over 2 years ago
And make sure you keep the agoutis and the capybaras separate, or they’ll riot. (Those agoutis will never learn. They suffer heavy losses every time.) The outdoor furniture in the prison yard’s getting beat up too.
The Old Wolf over 2 years ago
African fauna and cocktail umbrellas make a charming addition to any medical exam room.
Mad-ge Dish Soap over 2 years ago
The deer and the anti-,lope went to a Vegas resort and alope.
Howard'sMyHero over 2 years ago
Pffft … this guy is crazed by being full of sanies and would probably also demand that all kudus suffering from kyphosis be draggled into annihilation …!
Ninette over 2 years ago
Okay, Booger!
Brass Orchid Premium Member over 2 years ago
Braving the Bureaucracy: Episode Four
Sheldon Backwater arrived in his office at precisely 7:52 AM every morning, to begin his day a 8:00 AM. He was never late, and never earlier than 7:52 AM. He felt that the eight minutes was quite sufficient, given his normal travel time of five minutes. No tragic detour had ever caused him to vary his arrival, but he maintained the margin of safety, nonetheless. His appearance may have been somewhat casual, a plaid summer weight cotton print shirt, light weight beige khakis, and a conspicuous combover, but his office was a marvel of precision and exact order. There were exactly three number two pencils, new and sharpened to a perfect point, to the left of the legal pad, just within reach beyond his keyboard and monitor, also the the left. Sheldon was not left-handed. To the the right of his keyboard was his mouse, of course. And then, a box of forms. The box varied from time to time, depending on which department was enjoying his magnificent leadership for that day. Today, he was the ruler of the permits kingdom. Just last week, he had been in licensing, and had found a way to deny licenses to a total of sixteen people in one day, a personal best. At precisely 8:00 AM, he ran his thumb over the scanner on his keyboard, and clicked “Clocking In” on the popup window that resulted. The system knew, of course. It was only a formality. But formalities are the life blood of the bureaucrat, and thus jealously guarded. He checked the maps and signs system to assure himself that all persons seeking permits would be directed to his office, and that it was appropriately identified as such on the digital signage next to the door.
6turtle9 over 2 years ago
Line up, protect, and count. I wasn’t aware maths were to be involved. I only brought my unabridged pocket dictionary and my sham-wow. I left my bean counter down at the duck pond counting pigeons.
Mad-ge Dish Soap over 2 years ago
The Foxy Female unhook that bra. All that booby you let fall on my test strip.