Hump Day

[funesthememorious]

From my Facebook What's On Your Mind tonight:

Electromagnetic radiation from satellite debris and static from plastic slide rules but you can try cooling it with ice cold water remembering your mail server is severely depressed, needs Prozak since your EMAIL is now being delivered by the USPS via the Hubble virus. A temporal anomaly caused your password to be too complex to decrypt while telecommunications are downshifting though the cosmic ray particles that crashed through the hard disk platter leaving a smell from unhygienic janitorial staff wrecking the tape heads and Hugh Beaumont is reconnecting the curls in your keyboard cord although many charts and diagrams indicate they are losing electricity. Life is becoming a blur of Republicans so you should all jump up and down for an hour while avoiding a quadrophonic sensation so no one will ever have to do their laundry again after reading the instructions that it is clean in other dimensions even though Allen Ginsberg kidnapped your laundry before it was customary to hold the Mayo reminiscing about cold feet and a wet empty glass now that everything has gone dim, strange taste of peanuts and pretzels or cigarette butts in mouth but you won't see Carl Sagan anywhere....because it is HUMP DAY!!!!!!!

[Snagg]

Get a haircut, hippie.

[funesthememorious]

You're bringing me down, man.

[EIC]

Where is my WTF button when I need it???  And no-one on this green earth can kidnap my laundry...I'd gladly give it to them for free.

[funesthememorious]

Here you go. I'm assuming Foxtrot is a euphemism for another activity that starts with an 'F'.

[EIC]

And a fine "Happy Legalized Marijuana" day to you too!  The only time I ever think in such random stream of consciousness ways is when, um, lifted, not that I mean anything illegal, just a really good bra will do, plus a pinch of valium, and maybe a tequila and cranberry, which, btw, is my very own patented formula, often duplicated, never exactimicated, and so if you don't mind, would you please continue your Pink Floyd-type ravings as they make me feel young.  So what if I responded before.  No-one else bothers to.

[funesthememorious]

Ravings, ravings you say! I'll have you know a have a PhD in The Boring Art of Coping With a Large Number of Trivialities. But this all means jack when you listen to Pink Floyd. This supersedes all previous notices.  No other warranty expressed or implied.

Geesh - 4 months between replies.

[Snagg]

NOW you tell her. Smooth move, Funes.

[funesthememorious]

Smooth as a James Bond martini.