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Saturday, June 27, 2020
Department Of Departmental Departmentalism Dept. - Edit
The New Normal, yesterday.
We ([Ed.], Kreemé, The Ghost Of Myra Nussbaum, and your host Farquhar Throckmorton III) will be taking a break for a while.
It'll be great to get off the island with all of its distractions (and attractions) and be able to chill out in some grimy, fume-filled urban wasteland - always remembering the social-distancing regulations which did not apply on Craggy Island
This is exactly why I invented work-repellent. As long as you don't become addicted to it...you will be able to rejuvenate your mental and physical faculties without fear of guilt or hedonistic tendencies. Good luck and feel free to leave my phone number with Kreeme in case of emergency. If you're really going out in public...please don't wear the Rudraksha Amulet...it doesn't really match that plaid leisure suit. Stay safe!
Thanks, by the way, for your service (i.e., not like that monkey business with Wite-Out®). Thanks, too, for the warning label. I was initially surprised to learn that not everyone's body produces that stuff naturally. At this stage, of course, I'm merely perplexed as to why the folks at my campus wouldn't have read the directions before spraying. They've left the place completely saturated, and now I don't want to go back there at all!
See ya on the flippety flop. Oh, and, that reminds me. Don't forget to pack some Real Footwear, as leaving the sublime unreality of The Island will surely have you stepping in IT. On a routine basis. As the real world is fulla the shtuff. Oh, and, that reminds me. It sure is gonna be Dullsville without you & the whole FMF gang. Oh, and, that reminds me. If you are going any place to have a big bang-up weekend for the 4th & such, or a political rally, or what-have-you, just make sure you practice the social distancing thing, even if it means the party gets poopier. (Ed. won't be able to even TRY any funny stuff like slipping lit firecrackers down your backside...)
Oh, it's Mad, or Cracked. Maybe even for a Freak, Brother. All in one Wacky Package.
I mean, too be hanging out at EPCOT, maskless with all those Mickey type mascots??? Whatthefoam!? Maybe it's a political convention the FMF Crew has had to git to. To do some work on sanitizing an arena or two, post-political convention, so as to be able to help fund their life of beachie leisure.
All I can say is be sure to wear your SPF 50. (Super Plush Foam...?)
And I DO hope that the "Crew" is NOT those Characters depicted above. I think I am going to have nightmares of Krem-AY & the gang doing "role playing" . . . . Or whatever it is they call that sheeite that the kinky nuts do in private when dressed up thusly... (Cringe)
Time for a Throckmorton family memory. Farquhar and his grandmother were sitting in a park having just finished collecting some 47 soda bottles for the deposit money on a swell spring day. She told him that one day, he would find a wonderful woman and start his own family. 'And always remember this one thing,' she said. 'Be sure you marry a woman with small hands.'
As this is the last Stealth Link for a while, I've made it especially difficult! It's somewhere in this comment! Can you find it? No clues!
ReplyDeleteenjoy your time away
ReplyDeleteWe certainly will!
DeleteEnjoy!
ReplyDeleteHappy trails, Farq! Don't go lookin' for an electric outlet with a fork in hand, don't eat the yellow snow and beware of men with moustache!
ReplyDeleteI hope the pause will do you much good
ReplyDeleteand that we may find you back here in the not too distant future.
Have a good time away from the office.
ReplyDeleteIt'll be great to get off the island with all of its distractions (and attractions) and be able to chill out in some grimy, fume-filled urban wasteland - always remembering the social-distancing regulations which did not apply on Craggy Island
ReplyDeleteThis is exactly why I invented work-repellent. As long as you don't become addicted to it...you will be able to rejuvenate your mental and physical faculties without fear of guilt or hedonistic tendencies. Good luck and feel free to leave my phone number with Kreeme in case of emergency. If you're really going out in public...please don't wear the Rudraksha Amulet...it doesn't really match that plaid leisure suit. Stay safe!
ReplyDeleteAnd an argyle colostomy bag is considered too sporty with formal attire.
Delete@Kwai Chang -- that's some sound advice for Farq!
ReplyDeleteThanks, by the way, for your service (i.e., not like
that monkey business with Wite-Out®). Thanks, too, for
the warning label. I was initially surprised to learn
that not everyone's body produces that stuff naturally.
At this stage, of course, I'm merely perplexed as to
why the folks at my campus wouldn't have read the
directions before spraying. They've left the place
completely saturated, and now I don't want to go back
there at all!
You got me in stitches...
Delete('suture self')
Take care, and hope to see you soon, Farquhar Throckmorton III
ReplyDelete"I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered!"
ReplyDeleteBe seeing you.........
obey-gravity
See ya on the flippety flop. Oh, and, that reminds me. Don't forget to pack some Real Footwear, as leaving the sublime unreality of The Island will surely have you stepping in IT. On a routine basis. As the real world is fulla the shtuff. Oh, and, that reminds me. It sure is gonna be Dullsville without you & the whole FMF gang. Oh, and, that reminds me. If you are going any place to have a big bang-up weekend for the 4th & such, or a political rally, or what-have-you, just make sure you practice the social distancing thing, even if it means the party gets poopier. (Ed. won't be able to even TRY any funny stuff like slipping lit firecrackers down your backside...)
ReplyDeleteCheerio!
Await your arrival with simple survival.
ReplyDeleteNo more Mad, no more Cracked, and now no more Farquhar Throckmorton III. I guess I'll read my Fleer wrappers. Respite away, Farq.
ReplyDeleteOh, it's Mad, or Cracked. Maybe even for a Freak, Brother. All in one Wacky Package.
DeleteI mean, too be hanging out at EPCOT, maskless with all those Mickey type mascots??? Whatthefoam!? Maybe it's a political convention the FMF Crew has had to git to. To do some work on sanitizing an arena or two, post-political convention, so as to be able to help fund their life of beachie leisure.
All I can say is be sure to wear your SPF 50. (Super Plush Foam...?)
And I DO hope that the "Crew" is NOT those Characters depicted above. I think I am going to have nightmares of Krem-AY & the gang doing "role playing" . . . . Or whatever it is they call that sheeite that the kinky nuts do in private when dressed up thusly... (Cringe)
O.K., I'm done. Send us a postcard!
don't forget to write...wish we were there
ReplyDeleteWe'll be waiting for you -- cheers!
ReplyDeleteI shall regularly paddle by the Island perchance the merriment has resumed. Until then, may your life be pear-shaped and blessed.
ReplyDeleteTime for a Throckmorton family memory.
ReplyDeleteFarquhar and his grandmother were sitting in a park having just finished collecting some 47 soda bottles for the deposit money on a swell spring day. She told him that one day, he would find a wonderful woman and start his own family. 'And always remember this one thing,' she said. 'Be sure you marry a woman with small hands.'
'How come, Grandma?' he asked her.
“Makes your dick look bigger.”
High-larious. Enjoy your summer, thanks as always for your hard work and tremendous contributions, means the world.
ReplyDeleteDrive safely!
ReplyDelete