1) If Pogo was an ancient Roman god, he would be Eatius Maximus. When he gets excited, he walks toward you chomping his teeth like a furry pac-man. I know which member of the Donner party that fat bastard would be.
2) I got my- okay, wait: Does anyone else agree with me that it is flat out stupid wrong to have prescription medicine commercials? “Hello, people that have not gone to medical school! Here’s some expensive pills that we made that you should ask for because we have comforting music playing and don’t you see that old lady smiling?! Wouldn’t you like to smile like that when you’re running through a field of flowers? Oh, and these pills might make your eyeballs bleed or maybe your spleen implode, but that’s only in some of the people. Wow, look at those flowers!”
3) I want one of these things. I feel like a bratty Nellie Olsen right now, stomping my foot and being all hmmph-y. “I said I want one! I want one right nooooow!” stomp stomp. So this is what you have to do to get one:
-Send an actual letter to the two guys in Switzerland that hand make them.
-Place an order, then fly to Switzerland to get it
-Bring 1500.00 dollars
I wonder if they would take Imnotbenny dollars? Or maybe Pogo.
February 10, 2009 at 12:40 PM
Nellie Olson.
February 10, 2009 at 12:43 PM
Hmmph.