Gus, Gus, Gus. Don’t be an unfinished overpass. They all know that I am the Brain. You’re Pinky. And together we will take over the world!
You know, because Pinky’s the assistant mouse-guy-thingy.
Yes, he’s bald.
No, that doesn’t mean he’s you!
I resemble that remark!
Sorry about that. Where was I?
Oh, yes. Well, today marks a historic occasion. This is the second post I’ve made to this outstanding blog.
I have decided that I will write here regularly.
Well, as regularly as I can.
Unless there’s a Family Ties marathon on.
Or it’s discount day at Taco John’s.
Or Jules wants to ‘sleep in’. ;D
As I was saying, I plan on…
Aw, man. Now my keyboard’s all orange-y.
I’d lick it, but I don’t know where it’s been.
There we go! Clean now! (Please don’t tell Gus I used his Air Wolf windbreaker.)
For all of you snowbirds out there, you’ll be pleased to hear it is a balmy 63 degrees here in Santa Barbara. It’s supposed to rain a little later on, at least according to the hot weather girl on channel nine.
It’s okay to say she’s hot, right?
That’s not cheating on Jules…
Right?! Tell me!
I said nothing. I see nothing. I know nothing!
Just call me Shultz.
On second thought, don’t. That’s just wrong.
I hope I never look like this:
If I do, Gus, you have my permission to strap a bomb to the elliptical machine.
Yes, again. But a real one this time.
Just a little one.
No. And I don’t want to know how you know that.
You scare me.
I have to go now. Gus is looking up bomb-making methods.
I’ll be back.