Post from the Island of Armpit Vacuums

They have GIANT flutes on Pluto. It takes lots of Plutonians to play it. One blows and someone else plays the keys.

I'm ready for more advanced cooking. Like more of the grown-uppy kind. Like the oven-y kind.

Can you imagine a dog walking down the street with a candy cane conference work phone?

You have to stay on your Googleaboo* to stay out of the hot lava. (The last one to fall off into the hot lava wins this game.)

[After playing a tune on his asparagus spear]:
That was a song about when the father of all compost men died.

OK, my boat's landed. What island is this?

Mama: "Julian, come brush your teeth!"
Juju: "OK, if you insist. [pause]...What does insist mean?"

Super Peacock Feathers will save the day!

This is an armpit vacuum. It blows dirtiness all over everything you're touching. And then you fall down.

I'm making a peacock feather water-moving machine.

No=yes and yes=no.

There are only a few people who don't have hate. The people who have hate can't have love. I've been working with Mother Nature on the cycles. If you have any hate, I will be operating the machine that will pick you up and let you out in outer space.

How do crayons end their life? What is fire made of? Did you know that spiders can be as small as a speck of dust or as large as a dinner plate?

After eating a slice of watermelon, you should kiss the rind.


Chicawahwah  n. /chi-ka-wah-wah/ 1. "private parts"

interj. /lu-ku-jah-lah/ (inflection matters here!) 1. "If I say if very tender, it means 'Oh, how sad' 2.  but if I say it with a happy voice, it means the opposite. 3. If you say it half way between, it means 'Very nice. Good job!'"

*Googleaboo n. /goo-gah-la-boo/ = 1. a teardrop-shaped ottoman on wheels; 2. a game utilizing same

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